Cubi stormed into the bar, her wooden sword resting on her shoulder. "Hey now, what's all this about Para going missing?" she demanded, speaking with her particular inflection.
"Conics," Root grumbled, now nursing a cup of coffee.
"Hey what?" Cubi said, spinning to look at him. Her eyes turned skyward. "Hey, great, I knew this would happen again. Hey, nickname yourself Quadi, I told her, keep Para and you'll only antagonize them, I said... but does anyone listen to me?"
"Radik does, for reasons I can't fathom," Root continued. He sipped his drink. "You could have changed out of your dressing gown, you know..."
"Hey, do I make fun of your clothes?!" Cubi countered, hefting her bokken to point it at him.
"C-Calm down!" QT pleaded, stepping between them. "Root's just feeling a bit negative now..."
"Hey, whatever," Cubi grumped. "So do we get cake at this meeting?"
"I can do pancakes," Maud offered. "Last week, Root wrote me a Maple program to order syrup."
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