Pairing alert: VirionXSully and references to some weird triangle with Robin, Tharja and Henry

This is rewritten chapter 3 because I hated the original. Also, it goes over into chapter 4 and I hope that's not terrible.


One Cup Of Alternate Dimension

Chapter 3: If Only Our Love Could Show You


Back together and relationship stronger, Tharja and Henry walked to the doors hand in hand. It was rare for Tharja to be in such a good mood, so to see her smiling even just slightly under her curtain of hair was something else.

Robin thought it was something else. All kinds of grief flashed across his face before he slammed his hands on the table, a desperate attempt to be the center of attention. We've all been there.

The hands slammed the table so hard that his wedding ring dramatically slid down his finger and made an echoing noise. The only comparable sound would be if one of those transportation beasts floored it right through the building.

"Tharja!" Robin screamed. "I can't let you do this!"

"Robin!" Cherche screamed as well, very out of character even for a written account of real events like this. What?

Tharja froze at the doors, aura lifting off her shoulders. She looked to a confused Henry, released his hand and turned back to Robin. Everything slowed down as she jogged over to Robin.

It was wrong. This wasn't the timeline anyone wanted – no judgment – but there Tharja and Robin were in broad daylight gawking in whatever way doesn't look too intimate for a family friendly establishment. When Robin held his arms out, Tharja didn't hesitate to fall right into them and embrace him less adorably and more like possessively. Other than that, Morgan would have been willing to overlook this... What else could she call it but bad timeline? If it was any timeline where she didn't exist, it was horrible.

Not to say that Tharja couldn't be her mother. She wouldn't mind being Noire's adorable, always helpful little sister instead... But she liked things the way they were now. After all, Gerome would slip through the cracks, fall to the depths without her to light up his world even if he wouldn't admit it.

Henry and Cherche did nothing to stop their lovers from embracing. Morgan felt sick, though. Unsteady. She pulled at her hair, wanting to shout and complain about a couple she didn't support like a normal person... And yet she was voiceless.

"I never stopped loving you, Robin."

"I was just confused, Tharja. Now I know I feel the same way."

"We don't need anyone else. No one understands us but each other."

"I am a walking mystery... Maybe you can unravel them sometime?"

"Oh, darkness is my life. Why don't we get out of here?"

"NO ONE GIVES A FLYING FIG!" Gerome shouted from nowhere, never mind the fact he wasn't involved up until this point. "JUST GET A ROOM!"

Gerome was such a powerful entity that his voice warped the world completely, making it ripple and shake until Morgan opened her eyes.

The hideously purple room was the first thing Morgan saw as she opened her eyes, heart racing and body frozen from shock. She could only look at empty bags of candy cluttering the bedside table, three from what she could see. What a binge. More importantly, the clock screen claimed it to be eight in the morning.

Morgan fought back her shock, curling up and burying her face in her hands. Was she really going to let this destroy her? The thought of her parents' relationship failing while others' flourished? She'd always thought Robin and Cherche were perfect for each other because...

Who would argue with those facts?

The past week taught Morgan eight in the morning was the time to wake up; the shop was supposed to be open by nine-thirty. Ten if Gerome's lack of enthusiasm infected everyone else. She had to rip off one of the sour pieces of candy on her forehead, fall out of bed already feeling stress and general worry.

Hear her out: what if her dream hadn't been just a dream? What if this world had a piece broken off that fell through to the void? Don't say it's impossible; time travel can completely rewrite history where she's from. What if these two worlds are thinly sewn together, the fabric waiting to unravel and be lost forever due to poor judgment or the weakness of itself, but mostly poor judgment?

All of that thought gave her a headache.

Morgan didn't bother to change from her night clothes, bypassed a hair brush as if dead skin cells aren't a thing and crept from her room. She imagined everyone else in the house was still sleeping. This should give her enough time to invade- Ahem, surprise visit her parents' room. Was she foolish for choosing to do so at a time they could catch her going through their belongings? Um... Yeah. Did she care? Like... No?

Just as Morgan carefully placed her palm on the doorknob, the sound of another door opening triggered her nerves and made her jump and have to once more shove hands over her mouth to conceal a scream.

"Oh no, what unholy antics are you doing now?" Gerome grumbled, strolling out of the bathroom dressed in night clothes, dark aura already on his eyes.

Morgan sighed deeply, thinking Gerome wouldn't understand her fears. He probably didn't care about romance unless it involved him and Lucina. Selfish. She would never.

Still, he was family. You can't just ignore your families' abilities like stealth or physical strength if they can be used for your benefit, right? So Morgan hurried to grab his arms before he could leave and mercilessly held on.

"Gerome, I know it's hard for you to follow anyone's logic except your own... But please try." Morgan begged.

Gerome's raised eyebrows suggested a ninety-nine percent chance of his eyes looking down at her not out of disrespect, rather one of those "surrounded by insanity" reactions. He didn't have a comment, which unfortunately meant Morgan had to explain. Where to begin? Did this world value romantic relationships as much as hers?

"Okay, the only way I can make sense of it is to say... You and I won't be born in another place and time if they don't stay in love." Morgan said as matter of fact as she could gesturing to the bedroom door with her thumb casually.

Gerome didn't take long to sigh as if he'd given up on the world twice. He had nothing to say and turned-

"Don't ignore this!" Morgan cried, desperately tugging his sleeve like a lifeline. "Help me invade our parents' privacy! They're totally meant to live happily ever after, but it's easy to lose sight in times of limited money and adult problems!"

"If you think I'm going to play matchmaker for anyone, especially my own parents..." Gerome had to trail off, any determination to start the day drained and his face buried in his palms.

"I'd do the same thing if you and Lucina ever exchanged vows and were attacked by marital struggles!"

"That's why I can't pursue a love life."

Morgan huffed and turned back to the door. She knew asking Gerome for help was useless beyond belief, but there was always a tiiiiny chance she was wrong if you asked other people.

"Hey if you're so worried, why not go to Inigo again?" Gerome suggested as if ready to spit on everyone's life choices. "He helped you last time, and when you're around he's less likely to bother me about random crap."

"That's something a matchmaker would say!"

"Kind of?! But I know the way you look at each other; it's sickening!"

"Correct me if I'm – somehow – wrong, but don't you and Lucina share sickeningly sweet looks?!"

"AT LEAST I'M SUBTLE!"

The door opened at that point. Morgan let out a surprised gasp, backing into Gerome who was desperate to avoid a collision of skulls. They looked up to see Cherche standing there, hair perfectly styled and face free of any unsightly blemishes despite still being dressed in pajamas and tiredly rubbing her eyes.

"I'm happy you two are trying to bond, but please lower the volume." Cherche said through a series of yawns, seemingly trying to focus on the people in front of her.

"Mother, you need to know that Gerome and I care about you and Father." Morgan burst, reaching out to hold her mother's wrists with a dash of insanity. "If there's ANY problems – hint – then you need to let us know! You might think we're too young to understand, haven't had enough life experience but that's only half true! So – hint – let Father know as well! We can be a healthy family if we just talk out our problems!"

Cherche's tiredness faded from her eyes slowly, and she just stared at Morgan. Gerome was muttering about how she totally failed the subtle thing, and maybe he was right at first... At least until Cherche pried Morgan's hands off as if trying to fend off a baby wyvern's tantrum.

"Morgan, there is something you can help with." Cherche told her, smiling.

"I can't believe you!" Gerome burst in despair in the background, just where he liked to be.

"Our wedding anniversary is tonight, I should remind you because of the amnesia. We haven't gone to much trouble to celebrate it over the years because you and Gerome were young and didn't like to be left alone at night."

"It's more accurate to say: I could defend our home base just fine, but Morgan always cried because she watched that Christmas movie about home invasion." Gerome insisted, paying close attention to his nails. There was a slight puff of pride in his chest when he talked about himself.

Cherche just sighed, the burden of never getting to be romantic with Robin clearly heavy. "I started thinking it would be great if we had just one night to not think about the coffee shop. Go back to the early days. Just for a few hours..." As Cherche seemed to be thinking out loud, she looked up and Morgan had a cheery grin to greet her. Cherche's face briefly flashed fear for a moment, but we don't have to talk about that.

"Go back in there and run the idea by Father!" Morgan chirped, actually turning Cherche around and shoving her back through the doorway. Never mind Cherche's baffled unfinished questions. "I'd say don't take no for an answer, but I know he'll agree because he loves you! He wants to spend more time with you! Really! Go! Go!"

Cherche managed to still enter the room with grace, and from there Morgan slammed the door shut, grinning from ear to ear as she turned back to Gerome. Gerome was not feeling the same high she did, but he would learn in time. He simply asked what she was planning now, but she merely told him she had an "idea" all thanks to him.


Inigo was holding the outside menu steady while Lucina painted a selection of "latte", or some try-hard new edition like that. Robin once said the invention of the latte was one of the world's darkest days, but context couldn't be determined.

"This is a terrible shade of green." Inigo couldn't help but mention, staring down at the offensive sign.

"Father says green is a calming color." Lucina reminded him, never looking up from her precise painting. "Never mind the fact it's reverse psychology: you see green and might think we're a tea shop, but you'll still buy coffee anyway and help us win the debate of tea versus coffee."

"We're technically part of a tea shop, aren't we? I've never drank a latte, but don't they use...?"

"Psychological warfare."

Inigo opened his mouth like he was about to protest, but that was when an alerting whistle pierced his eardrums-

"Good morning!" Morgan greeted, waving hopefully not so maniacally. "You guys look busy, but hopefully you're not at the moment! You'll be of great help to me- Um! If you choose to!"

"Business is slow for now." Lucina told her quickly with audible regret. "We were just finishing up some minor tasks before... Oh... I'm sure something time-consuming will come along."

Morgan quickly sidestepped to Inigo, catching him off guard just like every other time by taking his wrists affectionately on paper, mad in practice. "That's great because, see, I have this idea in mind..."

Morgan went on to rapidly and excitedly explain the situation. They were all on the clock at their jobs, so she didn't say anything too casual like mention her candy-induced paranoia episode. But she did inform them it was Robin and Cherche's wedding anniversary, to which Lucina tried giving congratulations but was drowned out by Morgan saying she needed it to be PERFECT. No sloppy, slacking, under-performing, disappointing... PERFECT.

"It's understandable you want your parents to enjoy themselves." Inigo bravely spoke up. "Morgan, you need to understand they can do that without any outside influence."

"What does that mean?" Morgan folded her arms, but gave him a curious eyebrow lift.

"There's chemistry, clearly. If that weren't the case, they wouldn't have decided making children was a good idea." Inigo didn't let the weird topic shake him.

"I can't beat that." Morgan admitted, slumping.

Lucina, in between them, looked back and forth and threw her hands to the sky in defeat already.

"Instead of making a dramatic plan, why not book a nice restaurant for them? You can let the staff take over from there, save you too much heart and soul." Lucina suggested. "They don't get to have fancy meals, if what you and Gerome have said in the past is accurate. I think they would enjoy it."

"That's what I would do for an anniversary, so I have no complaints." Inigo admitted when Lucina looked to him for help. Any help. Like, remove Morgan.

"Ah, at least some people stay in love these days." A new, male voice cut in. The owner sounded wistful and generally defeated.

The trio turned to see none other than Virion exiting Chrom and family's establishment. Morgan briefly wondered if he had the same noble status here, after all he still looked the part sipping his paper cup of coffee like he was at a nose-in-the-air kind of party and dressed needlessly spiffy.

Lucina and Inigo actually looked concerned. It made Morgan do a double take, honing in on the fact Virion's normally Cherche-level maintained blue hair was just slightly less brushed. His eyes had sadness clouding them. He was obviously alive, walking among them and all that but inside he'd taken some damage. Not that Morgan had perception, or anything absurd like that. She was just trying to read the room a little more than usual.

Virion realized everyone was staring at him. He hurriedly walked past, muttering an apology for eavesdropping on their anniversary debate. But Lucina hurriedly stepped in front of him, totally not blocking his exit or anything.

"Enjoy the coffee, Virion." Lucina told him warmly, less like speaking to a customer and more like a timid animal. "I've found that hot drinks and long baths help ward off... Stress at home."

"You look like you're handling your... Stress at home well." Inigo added way too unnecessarily, joining Lucina. "I'm sure Kjelle will stop asking questions in no time."

Morgan looked between a mentally exhausted Virion and the siblings with forced smiles. She cleared her throat, alerting everyone to her presence.
"Am I missing some context?!" Morgan couldn't help but shout.

Virion's eyes went downcast, but he knew he was surrounded. All he had to do was look at Lucina resting her hands on her hips like a strict parent, Inigo raising his eyebrows to the point they nearly disappeared in his – at least according to Morgan – silky fringe. He had to remove the lid from his cup, take a swig like Chrom or Olivia slipped some spirits.

"All three of you are still young; you have plenty of time to make mistakes, damage relationships and press the reset button the next day." Virion told them as if he'd lived several lives of suffering. Consider that multiple worlds exist- "I don't want to burden you with my own problems. It's bad enough Kjelle realizes something isn't right. For the sake of brevity... Sully and I might go our separate ways."

Morgan threw her hands to her mouth, horrified. Virion and Sully were another couple she never would have thought to work, but they did. They were so good at turning stereotypical gender roles around, even if Sully was just a little obsessed with that whole "tough woman" concept while in an army of fellow physically strong women...? But that was okay; Virion wasn't turned off by her backward logic, actually with enough wine in his system he would let it slip Sully's no-crap attitude had him falling farther.

Virion caught Morgan gawking in horror, and once more a wistful smile appeared on his face. "When I hear the undeniable melody in Cherche's voice as she talks about Robin, I'm truly glad some people can keep a relationship alive for so long. I don't want to give up on me and Sully, but she thinks I'm unfaithful and... She doesn't..." Virion's face went to neutral, a rarity for him. He looked away from everyone to the distance, just in time for the sunlight to move off him because drama. "I don't want anyone else. It's only normal to be distracted by good looks, but my eyes always find their way back to her." He was just venting at that point, wasn't he?

"Romance doesn't have to be temporary." Morgan said soothingly, patting his back in a hopefully kind manner and not at all creepy.

"In my experience, it only falters for a month." Inigo murmured, blatantly trying to exchange eye contact with Morgan. Of course she noticed, even smiling vacantly back at him.

Virion looked like he didn't want to try to comprehend anything about Morgan and Inigo. But he smiled half polite, half intimidated. Virion departed with his head high, but that didn't fool Morgan for a second.

"He's suffering." Morgan told the siblings, practically crushing her hands into fists.

"It's hard to look at." Lucina agreed. "If he and Sully don't have a long talk about faith and trust, it's over."

"You two know Sully, right? She's one of your father's friends, so..." Morgan trailed off, wringing her hands.

"There are connections through Chrom and Sully being old friends, and Kjelle being friends with the both of us. But don't turn this into a scheme, Morgan." Lucina warned her as ominous as she could. "Take it from me: Virion is the only one who listens, but even then he obviously has free will."

"All we can do is give him advice from the sideline." Inigo spoke up. "But there's only so much you can say before you start meddling, and there's a line between help and hindrance."

"Okay, but I want to help." Morgan insisted, slamming a palm to her chest savagely. "I might spread myself thin, but it just feels like the right thing to do!"

"To a certain extent, it's admirable." Lucina choked out, almost sounding moved. "I might be compelled to-"

And Lucina was promptly swept away by the tide that was, basically, Morgan.


Morgan was never one to turn down intel, even if her methods weren't always slightly conventional. If anyone bothered to ask, that was her defense for hiding in the broom closet at the competition's coffee shop and peeking out from the door that wasn't even closed.

"But why am I here?" Inigo finally worked up the courage to ask, peering around Morgan's head.

Morgan sighed as if she was the only person ever blessed with logic, bring on the exposition. "Lucina said Sully also gets her coffee here, right? Since she and Virion won't be together, knowing her she'll easily spill intel about her feelings to your parents. They'll want to help because, like with Vaike, they know each other better. So I'll send you out there to ATTACK with romantic advice because, again, you're perfect for that."

Inigo just stared blankly at her, no reaction even when Morgan beamed happy with her own plan.

"Morgan, you think Sully will let people see her potential sensitive side." Inigo went on in a broken monotone, finally. "I know you don't remember this, but one time Sully got hit by a car when Kjelle was young and tried to wander off in town. She miraculously only broke her ankle, and even with tears running down her face said that was sweat from the action."

"Okay, but I have no idea what being hit by a car feels like."

"Fair enough."

They shared a nod of understanding before returning to their positions as they heard the door open and a Sully-like voice cursing. If they enjoyed their shoulders brushing, that would make this closet thing suspicious, and Morgan didn't perceive herself as a suspicious person.

"...It's rare to see you without Virion." Olivia said, smiling more like a friend than a worker.

Sully promptly slammed her palm on the table, rattling it and making Olivia whimper and hide behind her notepad. Even though Sully's table was in view of the closet, she unfortunately sat in the chair with her back facing Morgan. Morgan would have liked to read her face, but Inigo also clung to her out of fear at the thunderous noise so you win some and lose some.

"Don't remind me of that jackass!" Sully's voice echoed and shook the building, thank Naga the shop didn't have other customers at the moment. "I'm happier with the most bitter coffee you can possibly make! I don't NEED Virion's company or- Or any man for that matter! Do you think I look FINE, Olivia?!"

"I..."

"So yeah, bitter coffee and not a single drop of sugar or sweet crap. Let me feel like I'm drinking that SOB's soul."

"Um..."

"You're too pure for this world, Olivia. You don't have to listen to my crappy life, but you're too much of a sweetheart not to... Kind of increases my will to live."

Olivia looked scared out of her mind, but otherwise scribbled on the notepad before bolting.

"Morgan! She's going to compare me to her husband and try to snap my neck!" Inigo hissed.

Morgan went on to whisk Inigo away before he had mentally prepared himself enough. He was sputtering confessions of regret and his palm was all sweaty, but Morgan knew the best way to overcome bizarre fears was to tackle them with support. Who wouldn't want Morgan in their arena?

Two chairs at Sully's table awkwardly scraped the floor as Morgan pulled them out. Soon she and Inigo were seated like they were about to deliver grim news, and Sully just stared with a no-nonsense expression punctuated by a raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" Sully asked them, arms folded already.

"I'm taking a survey on trust in marital relationships." Inigo explained, looking anywhere but her narrow and disgusted eyes.

"Piss off."

Inigo nodded in understanding and swiftly stood from the chair. He definitely would have gotten away if not for Morgan desperately grabbing his apron, reeling him back.

"Sully, you can fall in love just as easily as anyone." Morgan insisted, not letting Sully's gaze go once she met it. "I may not know the whole story, but you and Virion married for a reason. I'm not nosy or anything, but I've found out you're having problems at the moment. It's okay."

Sully looked back and forth between them, disgust only increasing. "Did Virion tell you what happened, looking for sympathy? I can see it on your faces. I can't believe you're falling for it..." She held a gaze with Morgan for a longer amount of time as she went on. "You're a woman too, you know. Wouldn't you be pissed if a man you deeply cared for didn't have that 'control'?"

"I mean... What if there's another universe where I'm a man?" Morgan suggested, looking between Inigo who was burying his face in his hands and Sully who seemed to genuinely consider the multi-universe theory.

The contemplation only lasted a moment or so. Sully stood from her chair suddenly, leaving such a murderous creak noise that an approaching Chrom who probably just wanted to have a chat with his friend took a sharp turn elsewhere.

"I love that damn fool!" Sully shouted to the entire shop at this point, arms crossed hard enough to break her freaking ribs. "How do you STOP having feelings like this?! I can't keep weighing myself down!"

Morgan shared a concerned look with Inigo. More like she was sweating, way too invested in this situation and she desperately wanted Inigo to reveal he was more than sweet nothings and fine hips. Something overcame Inigo, making him stand dramatically and looked Sully right in the dagger eyes for the first time.

"Why would you want to stop feeling love? It's one of the best emotions if you can catch it." Inigo told her awkwardly at first, quickly transitioning to dreamy as he seemed to be looking beyond her eyes to yet another theoretical world. "To be able to have complete trust and support in someone else, secure they feel the same about you... Never have to feel like you're alone even when you technically are... Wake up to warm arms and a smile that could never judge you, even when you make the worst mistakes time and time again..." Inigo was totally lost in his own world, not snapping out of it until something in his brain clicked and he looked around nervously at his family's shop.

"S-So yes, that's the... Appeal..."

Sully and Morgan both just stared at him, unblinking. Sully's beverage was getting cold in the distance, but neither Chrom nor Olivia had the heart to walk back into the scene and suffer another awkward family encouragement session. Really, Lucina from back in the home world could tell you those were regular occurrences.

Morgan accidentally let out a loud sniffle as she pat Inigo's shoulder. "That was unnecessarily beautiful!" With that, she broke down and buried her teary eyes in her hands. She was aware of Inigo gawking at her and Sully pretending she'd never met them when a placeholder was forced to pass on route to the restroom.


OPERATION FOP AND FEMINIST

1: Virion's story Check.

2: Sully's story Check.

3: Find out where they fell in love

4:

5: Sappy string music, happy to be alive and all that

Morgan slumped at the table, groaning like the undead and crushing the tip of the pen into her journal page. Finding out that she had a journal in this world was a nice surprise... That is, it turns out that her counterpart here lost it behind the restroom's bin three years ago and Cherche would have thrown it away properly if Morgan hadn't made a critical all-or-nothing dive rescue. Cherche was not impressed, naming off various illnesses she could acquire but Morgan was already out the door with the item that could save all their lives instead.

Just as Morgan closed the journal and rested her chin on her arms, she felt steam move next to her head. Then her nostrils were ATTACKED with a strong scent one might enjoy after coming home from a depressing day. The scent that even though she, technically, didn't know it well certainly went straight to her brain and fought off said depression.

Or in calmer terms: a cup of coffee was placed nearby. If you'd rather be boring...

Ignoring the fact that giving out coffee for free like that was probably why the shop was in trouble, Morgan gratefully took the mug and just as Robin said some kind of generic fatherly comment. She was aware of Robin gawking, rightfully horrified as she gulped up a steaming beverage. It was just a moment before Morgan slammed the mug on the table like this was a low-tier tavern and delicately dabbed her chin with a napkin.

"Hope that helps...?" Robin sounded confused, but affectionate all the same as he ruffled Morgan's hair. "Despite what those silly internet articles say, there's no better cure for writer's block than unsweetened coffee and staring out at rainy scenery."

"I don't have writer's block." Morgan huffed, staring down at the journal. "I have to save people from making rash or otherwise dumb decisions even though I'm just one mortal."

"You too?"

"I know it's a heavy burden, Father."

For just a moment, Robin clasped her shoulder in understanding. They shared a weary look, well aware that placeholders at the next table were starting to peer around their books or laptops and clearly judged them.

It was all interrupted when Robin pulled out a creaky chair to seat himself. "Don't force any ideas; that's the worst thing you can do." He said wisely.

"But I have to save Virion and Sully's marriage. Also, you and Mother need to have the PERFECT anniversary." Morgan cut in. She grabbed the journal and opened it to another page, sliding it to Robin.

OPERATION MULTI-DIMENSIONAL MORGAN (Or how to keep me from being wiped out of existence somewhere else? Context?)

1: Make sure no old lovers crawl out of hell

2: Constant observation

3: A good excuse for observing

4:

5: Romantic strings for the beautiful couple

A parent might normally slap on a smile in that moment, although horribly confused by their offspring's creations force some support and say they did a good job. Robin didn't do that. Perhaps that was why Morgan was actually cheered up a little more; Robin's neutral face remained the same although his eyes shone with pride. It could have been an ego thing, but who ever said psychology was a worthwhile path?

"You know... I think I can help you with Virion and Sully." Robin said as fake nonchalant as possible.

Morgan just took some dismissive sips of coffee.

"You don't believe in me?" Robin scoffed and stood dramatically as he explained himself. "I'm the one who introduced two certain coffee shop workers across the street. They were going in circles before I finally gave one a hint about this secluded spot in the park. We don't need to think about what happened there, but clearly it paid off."

The thought of Robin helping Chrom and Olivia begin their probably beautiful love story made it more confusing to Morgan why they weren't friends anymore. But he was going to be stubborn and not even use names, so Morgan let that go. For the moment. She had to wait for Robin to stop doing his chest-puffing, ego thing before she said anything more.

"I really do believe in your abilities to matchmake, whether you know you have them or not." Morgan admitted with a beam.

That was all that had to be done. Either she looked pathetic, or Robin was weak AF when his family was involved. Regardless, Robin presented her with what he called a flier. He talked about it like it was an ancient concept, the time-consuming work of sticking multiple papers in public places... Which could count as littering, couldn't it?

Anyway, the flier said in pointless capitalization COME WORSHIP DIVINE NAGA 24/7 NO RESTRICTIONS NO JUDGMENT ONLY SPIRITUAL GUIDANCE AND PEACE the name of said religious building was obscured by what Morgan realized was her own fingers, but the name wasn't worth being mentioned because it was painfully generic.

"You know what you have to do." Robin told her grimly.

"Invade a holy house to find answers?" Morgan couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice.

Robin opened his mouth like he was going to try to word that better, but Morgan was clutching the flier tight and probably had stars in her eyes.

"Exactly." Robin gave an uneasy chuckle, but still had that fatherly pride in his eyes. He definitely realized what mistake he made, but it was too late.

A placeholder in the background was getting anxious about not having his order, so Robin had to hurry back and make the stuff. Morgan wished him well with that, and then she was out the door to find her holy house. If she was lucky, this would help everyone because if this was a church then there was a high chance Virion and Sully were married there. Possibly even Robin and Cherche. This intel could be used to bring the couples closer together.


TBC