Dinner was a *train wreck.*
Marisa, now in K.C.'s body, barely survived the conversation, fumbling through answers about her "training" and nearly blowing her cover.
Meanwhile, K.C.—stuck in Marisa's body—was *bored out of her mind* scrolling through Marisa's texts, which were *100% drama, 0% action.*
After dinner, they rushed back to K.C.'s room.
K.C. paced. "We need to fix this *NOW.*"
Marisa threw up her hands. "And HOW are we supposed to do that?! The thing *broke* when we switched!"
K.C. grabbed the gadget and inspected it. "No, it's just *deactivated.* There's gotta be a way to reboot it. The Organization wouldn't send me something they couldn't reverse."
Marisa's eyes widened. "Wait—*what if they DON'T know how to reverse it?!*"
K.C. hesitated. That… was actually a possibility.
"Okay," K.C. said. "New plan. We break into the Organization, find the research files on this thing, and switch back before anyone notices."
Marisa sighed. "Oh sure, easy. Just let me waltz into a *top-secret* spy facility while pretending to be a *highly trained* secret agent."
K.C. smirked. "Glad we're on the same page."
Marisa groaned. "I hate you right now."