Ruby was talking, but Weiss wasn't listening. She was too far in heaven to care about the petty concerns of the flesh world. Just as the heiress started to come down from her high, Zwei ran up to her as the pudgy furball of cuteness that he was and deposited a damp tennis ball in her hand. Weiss giggled as the corgi waited, cocking his head to the side, waiting for Weiss to throw the ball as hard as she could. She willingly obliged and Zwei set off, hot in pursuit.

"So I was thinking about this new team move that could be really cool," Ruby said.

"Uh huh."

"Alright, so hear me out." Ruby moved directly into Weiss's view, blocking the adorableness of Zwei. "You can use your glyphs or ice to stun an enemy. While they're all stuck and confused, Blake can move in and cut them up, all swoosh swoosh swoosh!" Ruby cut through the air with her hands for emphasis. "Then when the enemy is about to pass out from severe blood loss, Yang bursts from Blake's doppelganger and delivers the fiery uppercut that sends them straight into the stratosphere!" Ruby ended her rant by pointing at the sky. After holding her pose for a few seconds, Ruby looked at Weiss and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think it's impractical." Weiss turned and took Zwei's ball.

"That's just because you're not envisioning it."

"Oh, I'm certainly 'envisioning' it." Weiss sent the ball sailing and tried to focus on Zwei pumping his cute little legs.

"You're not doing it correctly," Ruby pouted.

"Doing what correctly?" Yang asked. The two partners turned to meet the blonde. She was still in her uniform, which meant she was either headed to a class or she was already done. Weiss looked back up at Yang's eyes and noticed a faint tint of red on the blonde's cheeks. Perhaps she had just finished exercising?

"How long were you there?" Weiss asked.

Yang shrugged. "Only a few moments."

"Wait, does that mean you were around to hear my new strategy?" Ruby asked, clenching her fists and leaning forward. "What did you think of it? It's pretty cool, right?" Her voice raised in pitch with each word.

"Uh." Yang scratched her cheek and looked away from her vibrant sister. "I actually didn't hear that. What is it?"

Ruby wasted no time to tell Yang about the plan. Weiss bit her tongue and shifted her focus to Zwei, who had gone far too long without any attention. The corgi was more than willing to accept the offer, letting Weiss grip the tennis ball in his mouth before playfully shaking his head to get it back.

"So your plan involves the three of us hurting one opponent," Yang summarized.

"Uh-huh!"

"And what are you going to be doing while we're doing this?"

"Cheering you on," Ruby stated, beaming with pride.

Weiss rolled her eyes. The bad idea had gotten worse. She decided to look over her shoulder to see how Yang had reacted to the idea. For some reason, it didn't surprise the heiress to see Yang was deep in thought. Perhaps it was because the sisters always seemed to support each other.

"It could work," Yang finally said, "but it needs some fine-tuning." She raised her hands in front of her chest. "Let's say my left hand is an Ursa, and my right hand is us. We're probably not going to start out in a spot where we can immediately hit them, which is great and we can use Weiss's ice to freeze them, but what if you shoot them first to hurt them instead of staying on the sidelines? Then they'll be wounded and unable to respond as well."

Ruby pursed her lips. "That does make sense," she conceded in a quiet tone. "But then I'd have to think of a new name for the attack."

Yang lowered her hands. "What's it called?"

"Bee's Schnees."

Weiss rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the slight blush on her cheeks. Yang, on the other hand, looked like she had just eaten a fistful of ghost peppers. The blonde looked at Weiss, and the two made eye contact for a split second before Yang re-focused her attention on Ruby. "T-that's quite a name, sis."

"Thanks! It took me a while to think of a great way to combine the three of you, but I think it's a good, tight fit!" The redhead put her hands on her hips and beamed a smile.

Yang muttered something. Weiss thought she heard, "Tight fit."

"Yang, are you okay?" Weiss turned away from Zwei, who was more than content to run in a circle, and fully faced the blonde. "You look like you're running a fever."

"I-I'm fine. Fit as a drum!" Yang boasted, mirroring Ruby's pose.

"I thought it was 'fit as a fiddle,'" Ruby said.

"Oh." Yang let her hands fall back to her sides. Her face was still as red as a tomato. "Well it was great talking to you two, but I think I should go do my homework. Have fun!"

"What homework? We're on break," Weiss said.

"The convenient type of homework that I just made up to get out of this awkward situation! Bye!" Before Ruby or Weiss could say anything, Yang took off running. Weiss almost expected to see a trail of fire sprout from the blonde's wake.

Yang entered the dorm with the subtlety of a landslide. Her heart was still pounding, and the inspiration from Ruby's new combat maneuver was enough to make her feel like time was far too slow. Once she was sure that no one had followed her, she pulled out her scroll and started to call Blake, but then remembered that her partner was in a class. Yang switched to sending a text message instead.

"Hey, Ruby gave me a better name than 'Weiss Schnee Appreciation Club.' What do you think of Bee's Schnees?"