CHAPTER SEVEN - THESE CHAPTER TITLES AREN'T NEARLY AS WITTY AS I THINK THEY ARE

It wasn't exactly foolproof, but Perkad's plan-in-progress was good enough for them. By the time they finished their ice cream it was already very late, but Perkad was still working out the details, so neither of them slept.

"What do we do before the exciting parts?" Perkad asked. "To get our plan in motion."

"Maybe you should message Aldera more," Nunkii suggested.

"But that doesn't seem like it's enough. There's no transition."

"Trust me, it will be enough."

"Should we threaten Spicab for good measure?" she mused. "Aldera would be pissed if we threatened her, right?"

He laughed. "Don't get yourself killed trying to get yourself a date."

Playful, she punched him on the shoulder. "Don't forget who else will have a date! Aldera and Nunkii, sitting in a tree-"

"Stop!"

"P-A-I-L-I-N-G."

Nunkii blushed. "You like her too, silly."

"P-A-I-L-"

He hit her in the face with a cushion. She shrieked with laughter and hit him back.

Outside, the sky was lightening, and the world was slowly lulled by the sun. Exhaustion set in, and the two of them fell asleep right there in the cushion pile, too tired to care about nightmares.