Finally, things were back to the way they were.
…Well. Kinda.
Celestia looked lighter now, happier. Like she'd been carrying a weight around and finally set it down. She and Marina had slipped back into something close to normal. Not exactly the same, but close enough. Yesterday they even ended up doing their usual "girl talk," dragging Duchess into it like she was their unwilling third bestie. The cat sat there looking like she'd rather throw herself in traffic, but that didn't stop them.
That was yesterday.
Now it was Wednesday, and here I was — stuck at a cafeteria table, across from them, watching the two most dangerous people in my life yap away like nothing ever happened.
And of course, I wasn't invited into the conversation. No. I was just the audience. The prop. The witness to whatever chaos they were scheming.
Celestia leaned closer to Marina, her voice dripping with energy. "Can you believe Avery is still trying to be friends?"
