When Catherine sees the fix, she bursts out laughing.

Even Shamir smirks. "I suppose this does count as Resolved."

The hole in the wall is now framed with a painting frame, accompanied by an artwork label:

Fragile Masculinity #4

Garreg Mach, 1180

Mixed Media, 8 x 6 inch

Artist: I'm not telling you

Seteth's eyebrow twitches. "Very clever, Parvati."

The Duscuri math professor standing beside him smiles triumphantly.

"Wait a minute," says Seteth. A closer look. A glower. "Number four... Parvati…where are the others?"

A wide-eyed "Wait… You didn't…know?" Arms cross. She pouts. "Well if you don't know, then I'm not telling!"

"Parvati! Tell me!"

A futile effort. Seteth departs, searching.

Parvati turns to the rest, smiles sly with no remorse. "How long do you think before he figures it out there are no others?"

Catherine barks a laugh. "You… You troll!"