To Butterfly: It's actually "Tibetan." There's the Asian set (the one that started in Tibet and is now in Paris), the African set (divided among the 5 African temples), the American set (in Peru, covering North and South America), the Atlantean set (scattered, but originally that would have been the European set), and lastly the Australian set. The Australian temple is where Fu researched the Maw over the last year-ish. Australia hasn't really factored in that much yet, but it will gain a little more prominence moving forward.

To StarDaPanda225: Felix as a POV character is a lot of fun. He actually shows up in 2 more upcoming stories (of those listed on my profile). Pedro's perspective and background is so different, I want to see his interactions with a lot of the Guardian/miraculous-related characters!

The next morning, Adrien woke up with a crick in his neck and Marinette's loose hair sprayed out across his chest. There wasn't much room to move around in the sleeping bag without kneeing Marinette in the stomach. They probably should have brought two sleeping bags – Tom and Sabine had suggested as much while they were packing before their trip to England – but Adrien hadn't wanted to carry more than they really needed to. And yet, even with the discomfort he had to smile. He still couldn't believe that Tom and Sabine had been so understanding toward him this summer – for the duration of their relationship, really. For the first year that he and Marinette had dated, they'd had a small number of nights when one or the other of them had a nightmare and sought comfort from the other – the first time it had happened had been when they visited the future, and that time he had also woken up to find her in his sleeping bag. Then their one-year anniversary had come around and he had started having nightmares almost daily about his father and their final confrontation with Hawk Moth. Most of those nights the only thing that could make the nightmares go away was seeing Marinette – physically reassuring himself that she was still alive and okay. The nightmares had stuck around for a little while after Heroes' Day, but by now it had been a couple weeks since he'd had the last one. And yet, Tom and Sabine had not taken issue with him continuing to sleep at their apartment and in Marinette's bed every night.

Of course, perhaps if this trip was a success, he would have an incentive to go back to staying at the Mansion.

Gorilla knelt next to the sleeping bag and placed two cups of coffee by Adrien's head before giving him a small smile and ruffling his hair. Adrien grinned and nodded his thanks before carefully sliding up into a sitting position. Marinette shifted to wrap her arms around his waist, pillowing her head on his lap, and hummed softly without waking up. He leaned back against the rock wall behind him and sipped the coffee quietly as Plagg emerged from one of his shoes.

"I thought you and Tikki were in the sleeping bag with us last night," Adrien observed quietly.

Plagg made a face. "I was… right up until you rolled over on top of me! It was either phase out of the sleeping bag or get used to not breathing for a couple hours."

"Oh. Sorry."

Plagg shrugged. "It's not like Kwamis actually need to breathe or anything," he replied, raising an eyebrow. "One time I dared Xuppu to hold his breath until he passed out. He didn't exactly pass out at the end of it – it was more like he just couldn't keep the words in. He didn't stop talking for a century or three afterward!"

"How long did he hold his breath for?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Adrien laughed. They definitely picked well when they gave Kim the Monkey Miraculous! "So now that we're finally bringing you back home after almost two centuries, what does it feel like?"

Plagg fixed him with an incredulous look. "This temple was great and all, and we had a couple of good millennia here, but it's not really our home," he answered. "Really, home for Tikki and me is wherever the other one is, wherever our holders are. Considering that you let us roam freely around your Mansion and around the bakery, that's as much a home for us as this place ever was."

Adrien nodded and leaned back in surprise. It hadn't ever occurred to him that perhaps the Kwamis weren't used to the kind of freedom they had now. Of course, "freedom" was such a relative term: while Tikki and Plagg and the other Kwamis could come and go freely at the Mansion, they had to be careful whenever someone outside the Heroes of Paris happened to be in the building. And if they ever left, they had to stay hidden. But, then, the temple probably had not been all that much different in its day.

"Ugh, all this mushy stuff is making me hungry," Plagg complained, rubbing his stomach dramatically. "I keep thinking, 'Where is my cheese?'"

Tikki floated out of the same shoe Plagg had been in and folded her arms in front of him. "Plagg, will you calm down and let them rest?" she interjected, fixing him with a disappointed look.

"Yeah!" Dorreen called, floating over from the other side of the ledge. "Don't you remember, Plagg? Bug-ging people is Tikki's domain!"

"Ah, I should have spot-ted that coming!" Plagg replied with a mischievous grin.

Tikki glared at the other two Kwamis. "You're both on thin ice."

"Don't you mean 'thin lice'?" Plagg asked innocently.

Adrien grinned and ducked as Tikki tackled Plagg and the two Kwamis careened past his head, bickering shrilly. He unzipped the sleeping bag and slipped Marinette's arms off of his waist so he could get out. She let out a soft whine, and he leaned over to kiss her forehead tenderly. "It's time to get up, Bugaboo," he whispered. "There's coffee."

"Five more minutes," she mumbled back sleepily.

"I don't think breakfast is ready yet, so you've got a little time left," he told her. He smirked mischievously. "But if you're not up when it's ready, I might have Plagg and Dorreen pun at you until you get up!"

Her eyes cracked open and she glared up at him. "Cruel and unusual punishment is illegal, Agreste!"

Adrien simply raised an eyebrow at her and slipped his feet into his shoes. On the other side of the ledge Gorilla and Pedro were sitting over the propane stove, watching the oatmeal bubble slowly. Felix was still asleep in his sleeping bag, and Fu was nowhere to be seen. Adrien blew into his hands to warm them up against the chilly mountain air, threw the sleeping bag flap back over Marinette to keep her warm, and walked over to the others.

Pedro glanced up and nodded at Adrien as he leaned over to watch their breakfast cook. "Sleep well, kid?"

Adrien shrugged. "As well as can be expected, sleeping on the ground."

Pedro snorted. "I take it you don't do a lot of camping, then. At a certain point you just get used to the hard ground."

"Is that something the Dark Acolytes of the Mundane do a lot of?" Adrien asked curiously. "You haven't really spoken about what they are like – at least not since Colorado."

Pedro nodded. "Perhaps not as much as you would expect, but they emphasize training the body as one part of focusing your chi. If your chi is out of balance, meditation is one way to balance it, experiencing nature or honing your physical body is another." He laughed. "Of course, by your standards, their temple would probably be considered 'roughing it!' The temple gave a definite sense of camaraderie, but the accommodations were rather… Spartan. That is not something I miss about the Dark Acolytes!"

Adrien cocked his head. "So what do you miss about them?"

Pedro shrugged. "Anymore I don't think there's anything I really miss," he admitted. "At first I missed the companionship… but unfortunately I see far more of my old comrades in Paris than I ever cared to after leaving them! And I have not lacked for company living at your house. I suppose, if anything, I have missed the connection to something larger than… myself."

"You are part of our group now," Adrien pointed out.

Gorilla chuckled and patted Adrien's shoulder condescendingly.

"I'll have to agree with the big guy there," Pedro responded wryly, nodding to Gorilla. "Some of the time I'm a part of your group the way that he is: we're both of us on the outside, a part but still apart."

"You're both important to the Heroes of Paris," Marinette interjected, walking over to them and stretching her arms, pulling her hair up into her pigtails as she did so. "We owe you both so much, I'm sorry for ever making you feel left out."

Pedro nodded contemplatively and passed around bowls of oatmeal. They ate in silence, joined eventually by Felix, who sat stiffly against the cliff wall and scowled down into his bowl. Adrien had to sympathize: both of them had grown up sleeping in comfortable beds in the lap of luxury; neither of them had much experience with "roughing it." And Felix had less than Adrien; at least Adrien had had friends with whom to have sleepovers the last few years.

"Feeling alright there, cuz?" Adrien asked. "Ground too hard for you?"

Felix glowered at him over the rim of his coffee mug. "That didn't help, but the worst part was the two of you," he retorted. "I thought you said there was nothing to hear!"

Adrien started in confusion. "What? But–"

"Oh, not that," Felix interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. "I could've dealt with that; I could even have understood that. That probably would have been preferable! I mean all that nonsense with the whispering sweet nothings back and forth late into the night. It's enough to make a man gag!"

"Now you feel my pain, kid," Plagg observed, selecting a wedge of camembert from the cooler. "That's been my life for the last year!"

"Plagg!" Tikki squeaked indignantly, grabbing one of his ears.

"How do you put up with it?" Felix asked, rolling his eyes.

"Cheese mostly," Plagg replied, wincing as Tikki tugged on his ear. "A nice soft gouda makes decent earplugs!"

Plagg was saved from Tikki's wrath when Fu appeared around the bend on the uphill side of the path. "Everything is clear ahead," Fu announced, de-transforming. Kheaa dropped down to the extra bowl that Pedro had set out for the four Kwamis, pulling out a handful of raisins and stuffing them in his mouth. "With luck we will reach the temple before noon."

Adrien grimaced. "Then we just have to figure out how we will defeat this Maw-thing and repair the Peacock Miraculous without one of us ending up in the same situation as Mother."