1 month earlier...
[Datetime] 0200 (UTC 2), July XX 19XX
[Location] On the rooftop of a Berlint building
Loid took into account the Ostanian nightlife. Bright full moon. A northeastern wind by his estimate of 12 km/h warrants around a 1.2 cm left offset to his bullet's trajectory.
"Twilight." Yor called out to him, just a few meters away, but he tried to drown out the noise.
He is crouched at the edge of a rooftop. Brooding. Scanning. Watching the people from afar.
Ostanians
These people aren't Westalian... they aren't his people. And yet he still has to do right by them. His mission is to protect them. Maintain the peace.
"T-Twilight... I- I mean... Loid. Are you mad at me? I apologize..." Yor's voice snapped him from his concentration.
Loid responded, with his back turned against her. "Why should you apologize Yor?"
Loid stands up and slowly turns around to face Yor. It was such a light movement, he had a posture that meant no harm and yet it still left Yor on guard.
In an instant, as soon as Twilight turned around. Thorn Princess instinctively gripped her weapons, ready to strike at her husband in a flash, if she found any reason to attack.
At the very same time, alarmed by her stance, Twilight grips the handle of his gun. Calculating his wife's most probable method of attack. Like a chess grandmaster, he calculated his moves by about 12 steps ahead.
Yor's lips trembled, her hands eased away from her weapons. Ever so slowly until they rested on top of her heart. Seeing the signs. Loid relaxed his stance.
Thorn Princess whimpered. "I'm apologizing because... of this... Look at us Loid..."
"I know Yor."
"I'm scared..."
From the look of her face, she was at the brink of tears.
For a moment, Twilight seemed a little impressed. A beautiful woman like her, playing as the helpless damsel, and using feminine tears to make a target put his guard down.
Twilight is no stranger to emotional manipulation, his resume can wholeheartedly prove that. But as he stood on that Berlint rooftop, all he really did was get a lump on his throat.
Here was a husband. Revealed to be a spy who had spun a gigantic web of lies across her newfound family life. Loid is surprised that she didn't just kill him on the spot.
"Loid... pl-please- I'm scared... Everything you do is putting me on edge and all I can imagine is killing you!? Th-thi- This isn't right! I shouldn't be imagining killing my husband!"
He can't even picture the thoughts going on through her head. He was the enemy. The very looming threat of Westalis was inside her own home. Enemy spies were hunted down and arrested for good reason. In fact, most people in Ostania are indoctrinated to believe that Westalis and it's agents are here to cause chaos and start another war.
Loid let a breathy sigh. I think I'm getting sloppy... How did I let myself get cornered?
Twilight took hold of his gun. Yor tried to stop her tears and steel her nerves. Until Twilight dropped his weapon to the ground...
Thorn Princess had so many openings. She knew. He probably knew as well. She didn't start crying to lure him into a trap. And if she was being honest, she hoped Loid would just shoot her and be done with it.
At this point she couldn't stomach that her secret is out. It's unsettling to know that her husband has a reason to kill her now.
And she knew that she never would've brought herself to kill her husband. And Twilight probably knew that as well.
But Twilight didn't use that opening. Didn't use her brief moment of weakness to take a killing shot.
After a short silence, Loid hesitantly said. "Yor... I'm afraid too." Am I actually saying this genuinely? Or is this just desperate theatrics to save a crumbling Operation Strix?
Yor took out her signature weapons. Two unfathomably sharp dagger-like needles. She had let it fall the ground. Each with a vibrating and echoing clank.
"Are you leaving?" Yor asked. This was the most important one in her long list of questions. "I-it's not safe for you... to live with me anymore..."
"Do you want to kill me?" He retorted.
"Loid... of course not. I was just shocked, all this time I didn't know you were a spy... in fact I'm still angry at you... but... I want to trust you. E- Even though... I don't even know if I can."
"I'm not leaving." He glared coldly.
"Oh... of course... because of Miss Anya?"
All this time. They remained where they stood. Not moving the smallest distance closer. They've been in their respective careers long enough to know that dropping weapons can mean very little in a fight.
"That's not the reason." Loid sighed again. "She's not even my real daughter..."
"Then, are you going to stay?"
"I have a mission Yor. Even if I have to sleep in my bed knowing that an assassin is only few meters away from me. It is simply another challenge in my mission. I don't care if it isn't safe for me Yor, my job has never been 'safe' because I'm willing to lay down my safety, comfort, and ultimately my life in the hopes that a child like Anya can continue living her life without fear of another godforsaken and pointless war..."
Thorn Princess reached down to her legs. She pulled out a hidden knife which was holstered around her thigh.
She whispered under her breath. "Loid... I-I- I have so so many questions..."
Twilight responded in kind. Producing another concealed gun from his suit tossing it to the side.
This continued on for a while. Step by step, they tried to move closer to each other. And along the way sometimes they pulled another hidden weapon away from their person. The whole process almost felt like it had taken hours.
From the footsteps of Yor's high heels, from a metal clang of a hidden knife, to the janky thuds of Loid's spy equipment. Each one of those sounds was earned by a question answered; at worst, answered with half-truths, and at its best, answered with complete honesty.
It was their desperate attempt to make sense of it all. To digest the shock and uncloud the threatening mysteries between them. With each truth that they shared. They closed the distance between them bit-by-bit on that Berlint rooftop.
Twilight shared a simplified summary of Operation Strix. Leaving out the more confidential details of his mission. But just enough to show that he doesn't mean harm to Ostania.
Thorn Princess explained the intent of her past actions, from her reasons for accepting this fake marriage, to her goal to rid the 'swines' of Ostanian high society, and her beliefs as a cold-blooded assassin.
It was cathartic. But it was a necessary dance. One of them would prod and poke, trying to individually peel away the secrets and lies that they had each taken months to forge. Then the other would respond truthfully, and without fail. Then they would discard another concealed weapon or take another step closer. It was like a peace conference between two nations, trying to reconcile after a conflict that both of them didn't want. But between them and their identities, this was their own way of regaining each other's trust.
Twilight can't help but make a mental note, that this is actually kind of fun.
Soon enough, they were within arm's reach of each other. Yor couldn't help but blush at the trail of weapons that Loid had left behind at his path.
She squeaked out softly. "I- I- won't interfere with your mission. It is important to you... and despite my concerns.. maybe it's better for Miss Anya too..."
"She is enrolled in a top-ranking school, and from what you've seen I have done nothing but provide for her and nurture her growth. I assure you that I don't see her as just another tool to me or to my agency... I hate myself for involving a child in my mission every single day but we both know that we must do whatever it takes to accomplish our missions..."
Yor nodded in agreement.
Twilight continued. "Well then... Thorn Princes-"
"Please Loid... just call me by my real name."
"Sorry. Yor... if you're uncomfortable with all this, I'm not stopping you from leaving as wel-
"NO! I'M STAYING!" Yor blurted out too fast.
She blushed at her outburst. "I-I mean... for the sake of mission... I will stay o-of course!"
Twilight pressed the issue. "I can start all over. I can transfer my guardianship of Anya to you. My agency can provide you two with new living accommodations and enroll her to a school of similar quality... It wasn't my place to force you and Anya into my mission and it's the least that I can do after putting you two into so much danger."
Funny how this turned out... If Yor wasn't some sort of trained killer then you would have no issue continuing to force Yor and Anya into this thing.
Twilight looked at Yor with cold but undeniably tired eyes. "I can start all over... with a wife and a child from my agency... people who'd be more willing to-
Yor cut him off. Again. "I'm staying."
And just like that, a million different thoughts spiraled around Twilight's head. It was way of wrapping his head around these kinds of situations. His overclocked mind is already at work with planning contingency plans and diverging outcomes.
But Yor only has one thought in her mind. Her family portrait. Of Loid. Of Anya. Bond. And her.
1 month later... Present Day
"Mama :)"
Yor crouched down and Anya pinned a gold star on her chest. They both shared a girly chuckle.
She then frowned. "Papa..." Her Papa is so tall.
Loid picked her up and gave her a soft but determined smile.
"Be good Anya. Listen to your teachers and be nice to your classmates." He lectured.
Anya smiled because Papa lifted her up. Now Anya can pin a gold star on Papa's chest.
"Papa :)"
"Oh you're so cute Miss Anya!" Yor had let out a short giggle.
"Study hard in school okay Anya?"
"Yes Papa! Anya will do my best! Bye Mama! Bye Papa! Bye Bond!"
Bond grunted out a happy borf as a gold star rested between his eyes.
As the school bus drove away they headed back home and enjoyed the rest of their morning stroll.
[Back at the Forger's Residence]
Loid had taken a seat on the couch. He couldn't help but cherish these small moments of relief.
For so long, he would spend every waking moment trying to push his mind and body. He devoted every single day and those hours for the sake of his mission. He was the greatest spy, not because of his skillset or his perfect track record of successes but rather because he was simply a fanatic to the far-fetched dream of world peace and in turn he devoted all of his life and his time to WISE and to their cause.
He used to have a routine, after sending Anya off to school. By now he would be in some sort of dark-lit room, formulating plans, or deep undercover amidst another secondary WISE mission.
Or at the very least, he would be at the hospital, to study and reinforce the identity of a psychologist with a supposed half a decade's worth of medical training. It's a role that he had wanted to master to perfection... to flawlessly emulate those years of experience with the short time he has when Operation Strix had begun months ago.
But for today?
He had given himself another break. He relaxed into the couch with his eyes closed, thinking about Westalian cuisine of all things...
"Loid..." Yor called out to him. She sat at the armchair next to the couch.
"What is it Yor?"
"Do you mind if I clean and resharpen my knives?" Yor shyly asked. With Anya gone, it's the only the time she can have the chance to do so.
Loid's eyes drifted to Yor, and gave a short amount of thought. "I don't mind at all Yor... And I appreciate you asking."
Yor smiled. "Thank you Loid. It will only take a moment."
Loid shook himself from his moment of rest. If Yor is using her freetime for work instead of rest, why should he allow himself to catch his breath?
Because of the... confrontation that they had a month ago. There's no reason to continue appearances with Yor. It's no longer necessary to go to Berlint General Hospital for his 'day job', at least, not every day. From the very beginning, WISE had made arrangements regarding his cover, with auxiliary agents who could maintain his cover should Loid Forger be occupied with Operation Strix or with some other operation.
After all, Handler isn't a fool who would just allow Westalis' greatest spy to sit idly in a comfy 8-hour full time job. Especially when he's at the enemy's capital. So whenever Twilight has a mission, there would always be people who would cover for his absence at the hospital.
So in the rare days when Loid doesn't need to go play doctor or play dress-up undercover, he would curse himself for running out of things to do to that doesn't relate to saving lives.
Yor came out of her room a moment later, with a stack of knives and various weapons that needed attending to.
"Loid... is something wrong?" Of course she can tell with her unmatched talent to detail.
"It's nothing."
Yor frowned. "Please tell me... am I... making you uncomfortable?" She gestured to the stack of knives that she's sharpening.
Loid turned silent. He started observing Yor's newly acquired 'chore'. With each blade, she swiftly cleaned off the dried blood and scraped off each surface of rust. And like a professional butcher, she sharpened each knife edge with eagle eyed determination. Loid can't help but wondered if Yor can somehow see the sharpness of a blade at a microscopic level because of how deeply entranced her eyes look while examining her finished product.
Yor frowned again as she noticed his staring. "A-are you sure you're okay with this? T-This is probably so uncomfortable to watch!" Yor looked flushed in shame.
"I'm fine... Like I said, I don't mind at all. This is simply how I am... whenever I think about my missions."
"Oh... please, would you mind sharing?"
Loid sighed. Truth is integral if a woman has a spy for a husband. "I rarely enjoy my work. But for you, it's not the same. From what I can tell Yor, you can somehow find the joy in your work but as for me, as for a spy, all I can do is anxiously ponder future risks or just think of all the past things that could've gone wrong whenever I get the time to rest between my missions."
Yor's eyes drifted to the side. "It must not be easy... being a spy."
"I can say the same thing for assassins... but I admire the way you had come to terms with your work. To find some sort joy in such a violent lifestyle and yet continue to live a life with some semblance of normalcy."
Loid recalled the time, a little under a few weeks ago, when Yor shared her life before meeting him. How for a time, she managed to find some sort of bliss in living alone in an apartment, working a simple part time job at City Hall, and dispatching 'clients' at night. It wasn't the most normal life, but to her it was simple. And she enjoyed it.
Yor blushed. She was given a compliment between colleagues. She had earned a praise from an equal with similar skill. But she also felt warmth in her cheeks since it had come from Loid.
Loid smiled. "I'll leave you to your work..." He took one final glance at her knives and then stood up from the couch. "I've decided to give a bit more training to Bond. Perhaps teach him how to alert us if there is any issues with Anya or the surroundings..."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Yor softly cheered, before diverting her attention...
...
...
...
BORF
borf
"Good boy!"
BORF
"C'mon Bond. You can do it. You're a smart boy!"
BORF
Yor beamed at the wonder of it all. It's odd to her that she found some sort of comradery in her work. For the first time in her life, she truly experienced not being alone as Thorn Princess. All her life she was always alone. Alone in her missions. Alone in her days. Alone in her secrets that she had to hide from even her precious brother.
"Loid..."
"What is it Yor?"
She blushed a little. "I- umm... I- finished sharpening all my knives."
Loid looked confused. "I see?"
Yor wanted to cover her face in shame. "For lunch... would you mind if you teach me how to make one of your dishes?"
"Of course Yor!" Finally... finally! if only she would've asked me sooner! For all my years of resisting methods of torture, I don't think I could've lasted much longer with stomaching Yor's food...
Yor smiled. "Thank you."
"Let me just finish with Bond's lesson okay?"
"Of course. I'll make some tea for us in the meantime."
Minutes passed as Yor observed Loid from afar. She knew that deep under that good husband persona of his, she knew that underneath is a cold and calculating man. Ever since that confrontation, he didn't quite share everything to her but he had shared enough for her to know that Loid Forger was simply (and continues to be) a masterly crafted lie.
And yet. As she watched him play with Bond and gently mentored him, she noticed another quality of Twilight, she realized that it's a wholehearted truth that Twilight respected living things. To Yor, words can lie and faces can deceive, but ultimately, actions don't.
It doesn't matter if she observed him doing something as Twilight or Loid Forger or whoever, all that matters to her are to judge the good and the bad deeds of a man and so far she had judged Twilight... or perhaps Loid Forger as a good man. A good but dishonest man.
After leaving Bond to play by himself around the apartment, Loid stepped out of his bedroom with his sleeves tucked in and an apron around his waist. He greeted Yor with a shy but awkward smile.
"Where should we begin?" He chuckled.
"I'd like to cook something... maybe simple?"
"How about spaghetti and meatballs?" Loid proposed.
Yor pondered. "Hmm..."
Spaghetti and meatballs! A hearty yet simple meal. With a good source of protein from beef, essential vitamins from the tomato sauce, and energy-producing carbs from the pasta, this dish is an elegant healthy trifecta of nutrients! But without proper technique, it is difficult to create a good meatball. A wrong execution can ruin the texture, shape, and the taste of the meatball, effectively ruining the entire meal!
"I have never tried to make a meatball before..." Yor whispered to herself.
Loid smiled. "Don't worry. I'll help as much as I can with that. For today, I'm hoping we can just focus on learning how to make the tomato sauce."
"That sounds simple enough!" Yor beamed. "I'm excited to start!" Without even thinking, Yor shook Loid's hand as if she agreed to a business deal.
Soon enough, the two went and prowled the kitchen for ingredients. But even though they had no reason for caution with hiding their athletic prowess, they still tried to keep a sense of normalcy by crouching down or reaching for things like a normal person instead of kicking and flipping in cold efficiency to shorten the procurement of equipment.
"Alright." Loid raised his hand and made a '1' gesture. "Step 1. Let's start with heating a pot of water for the pasta."
In under the span of 3 seconds, Thorn Princess moved like a blur as she somehow threw water into a pot and slammed the pot, yet without noise, into the stove to start boiling. Every single one of her actions defied the laws of physics.
Yor clasped her hands behind her and looked to Loid eagerly for the next instructions. It had been a month since they revealed their identities. By now, Loid felt unfazed and only raised a eyebrow nonchalantly in surprise.
"Step 2." Loid made a '2' gesture. "For the sauce, let's dice the tomatoes... maybe chop an onion or two as well."
"On it." She responded, already picking up a knife.
Loid stood behind her as she struggled to cut a tomato. However, it was not because she couldn't cut the tomato. In fact, it didn't take long for Yor to crush it. She had cut it so violently that it turned into a mush on the surface of the cutting board.
"I-is this good?" Yor shyly looked back at Loid.
"Try again Yor."
The next tomato she picked up literally exploded in her hands before she even began cutting.
Loid gave a reassuring nod. "Again."
Splat
"Hmmm... You are an assassin right? Picture yourself making a small incision? Like a surgeon."
Splat
Yor's mood progressively turned sour.
"Control your strength? Vegetables... especially tomatoes can be quite delicate."
Splat
Loid tried to mask his horror. If I'm not successful, she'll give up learning how to improve her cooking forever! Then I'll be forced to eat her horrible cooking for the rest of Operation Strix! I should've realized that this is integral to mission effectiveness! How long have I gambled being Wounded In Action by eating Yor's cooking?!
Who knows if in the future I get put out of action during an integral period in Strix because of food poisoning?!
Loid snapped back to reality and saw Yor half-sobbing, half-attempting to slice another poor tomato.
"Yor... let me cut one and show you a demonstration."
Loid reached out to grab the knife from Yor's hand before getting kicked in the chest and slammed against the wall. The knife flew straight up into the air before Yor caught it flawlessly with her right hand.
Thorn Princess flashed him a look of murderous intent before finally coming to her senses.
"L-L-L- L- L- LOID! I'M SO SSORRY!"
Yor acted out of pure instinct. She can't deny that subconsciously, she was still a little on edge turning her back against a spy, and when Loid reached for the knife in her hand, the Garden's years of training came to her at the speed of light.
Yor cried out. "I'M SO SORRY! IT WASN'T MY INTENTION!"
Loid stood up and fixed his attire. She was... she was so fast... "It's okay Yor..." Loid chuckled. "It happens."
"NO LOID! ARE YOU HURT?!"
"I'm fine... I can handle it... I apologize for grabbing the knife in that way and alerting you... I was too focused on you and had forgotten my manners."
"I- I- I'm sorry... Please forgive me..." Yor whimpered softly.
"Let's just... forget that happened. Okay? I'm not hurt Yor. I assure you. Now let me demonstrate the proper way of dicing a tomato." I am very much hurt.
But I need to teach her. For the sake of the mission.
Loid cleared his throat. "May I have the knife Yor?"
"Y-y Yes Loid. O-of course." Yor blushed in embarrassment.
Loid took a step forward. His hand tried to reach for the knife in her hand. But Yor had begun shaking.
He was quite unsure what's happening inside her head. In fact, his own instincts was telling him that his life was in danger by being in close vicinity to an assassin like Yor.
"I'- umm. As you can see Loid..." Yor nervously half-smiled. "I'm still not quite u-used to this."
Thorn Princess tried to hand over the knife a second time and she fought with every fiber of her being to ignore her 'instincts'. To place trust that the person in front of her wouldn't just use the weapon to stab her. To place trust on a spy of all people.
"Have you ever... worked with other people before?" Loid asked.
"W-what do you mean Loid?"
"With co-workers. With partners. As in... to work as a team when eliminating targets."
Yor looked at him. Then looked at the ceiling. "Yes? I-I think."
Loid folded his arms together. A signal to show that his hands are visible but still maintained an assertive posture.
Yor shyly added. "Only a couple times... very rarely."
"Then this should be simple. Let's work as a team." Loid dramatically stared at the messy pile of mushed tomatoes.
Yor whispered. "But this... this is different..."
"Because of me."
"Y-yes..."
They shared enough of their secrets but yet so many of Yor's questions are still left unanswered. But Loid took to his situation so well, he seemed so unfazed with having his secret identity revealed. But for Yor, she still struggled to sleep at night to this day. In fact, she was so sure that the first person to find out her secret would be Yuri.
But to Loid, he almost seemed too willing to share the truth sometimes. How could she tell if it was just more and more lies?
How many times has he done something like this in the past? How many past wives did he get married to before he found her? Yor can't tell if Loid had already gone through a mission like this more than once...
To Twilight however, this is just another obstacle. To make lunch with his wife. Become a good husband. Turn into Loid Forger. Confront Donovan Desmond. And complete the mission. Making spaghetti with Yor is just another challenge that he has to face before he succeeds in his mission. This was how completed his missions. By moving his foot forward, one step, one obstacle at a time.
Twilight sighed. Then he looked at Yor. Her deadly crimson eyes observed searched for every gesture on his face. The knife was still in her hand.
"Yor... can you step aside please? Let me show you how to dice a tomato..." He said calmly.
She looked surprised but stepped aside. Loid stepped to the kitchen counter.
He requested. "You can place the knife on my back... if you want."
Thorn Princess silently complied. Twilight felt a quick poke on his back from the sharp tip of the kitchen knife.
From out of nowhere, Twilight produced his own blade. He reached for an uncut tomato on the side and began slicing. Yor peeked over his shoulder to watch.
Loid went in full detail, showed her various different tips from his own years of culinary experience. He explained thoroughly at knifepoint, before all that's left is a pile of perfectly cubed and diced tomatoes, ready for the saucepan.
He remarked coldly at the knife behind him. "Does this... make you more comfortable?"
"I-I- don't enjoy this..."
"Because I'm a Westalian spy Yor. Your fears are justified."
"I keep getting thoughts that... you're going to kill me Loid. B-but I- I'm sorry... I- I -can't help it. No matter how hard I try."
"I'm not gonna do anything Yor... You have a knife pointed to my organs."
Yor squeaked. "And y-you don't seem to care at all that I can stab you in the back! Y-You make it look so e-easy!"
Twilight stared at the reflection of his knife. Using the reflection as a mirror to get a glimpse of Yor's eyes behind him.
He retorted. "I feel just as uneasy as you are. But I guess I'm just better at concealing it."
Thorn Princess stared back at his reflection. "But I appreciate that you're willing to take such a drastic action... to make me feel more comfortable. I was wrong to assume this is easy for you."
They sat across from each other at the dining table. In each of their plates is a seemingly pleasant dish of spaghetti and meatballs. Yor eagerly smiled at Loid as she watched him take the first bite.
"...Good. Needs more seasoning... Needs improvement... But it's good." Loid critiqued. It's edible.
Yor felt like she had won her own Stella Star.
She clasped her hands together in excitement. "So... did you like it?"
"Of course Yor."
She frowned. "But you said it needed improvement. It's not perfect." She expected him to lie to make her feel better.
"I still like it though." Loid assured her. "It's something that we made together, after all."
She tried to hide her blush. "Our first dish together."
"But I would appreciate it if our second dish doesn't involve me being held at knifepoint." He joked.
"Sorry..." She giggled. "Perhaps you can be the one to hold me at gunpoint next time?" Her deadly eyes gave him a teasing look.
[END of Chapter 1 out of ?]
Note: Hi. I made a new account to write fanfics. This story is about Loid and Yor but to be honest it's more about how Twilight and Thorn Princess learn to live with each other which hasn't been explored with other stories. The main theme of my story is trust. There won't be any smut because I don't write that stuff but if you are here to ship the two then yeah we'll get there. Let me cook.
I will involve Anya and Bond of course because this story is about the Forger Family. Not just Twilight and Thorn Princess.
If my writing is trash, pls let me know. I try to keep their dialogue and wording realistic to their character.
[BONUS]
Hours had passed and Loid had done his best to adjust his look. He wanted to appear like he had spent a long and hard working shift at the hospital for Anya. Even if all that was needed was to fool a child, he still put full effort into maintaining his disguise and not forgetting his role as a spy.
It was almost time to pick Anya up from the school. To go for the few minutes walk to the school bus stop. Yor stood beside him after she finished getting ready herself.
"Loid." She smiled. "I have a request."
"What is it Yor?"
"Do you mind if I cook spaghetti and meatballs again? For tonight's dinner."
Loid raised an eyebrow.
She continued. "I want to do it by myself... and I wish to try again and work on improvements while the lessons are still fresh in my mind. For Miss Anya."
"Of course Yor. I don't mind eating the same meal again..."
[Half an hour passes]
"Papa. I don't want to die." Anya blurted out loud to Loid.
"It's fine Anya. I have a feeling that Yor's cooking has improved since last time."
Anya peeked into Papa's thoughts to find it somewhat genuine.
"Hmm..." Anya pondered, placing a hand to her chin. Mama almost killed Papa.
Yor flashed Anya with one of her biggest smiles. She always enjoyed cooking for someone else.
"Miss Anya... please... I want to get another chance."
"Okie! Anya will try Mama's spwagetti!"
SHOCK!
Anya fell from her chair the moment she took the first bite.
"Yor..." Loid frowned.
"MISS ANYA!"
