Later that evening, Kaiden discovered that Yunohana could lose a fight considerably less gracefully than she could win one.
"I pressed the button."
"You did," Luna agreed from the rug. "After I kicked your head in."
"Before."
"The corpse on the screen disagrees, boomer."
Yunohana looked down at the controller in her lap. Freshly bathed, with her hair loose over pale lavender pajamas, she had accepted the invitation to play with a confidence Kaiden had found adorable.
He was enjoying her offended dignity even more.
Dinner and hot baths had restored enough of the family's energy to get them into the Abyssal Palace's lounge. They had spent most of that energy choosing comfortable places to collapse, leaving Luna and Bastet to arrange the console beneath the television.
"Perhaps you would prefer a different character," Bastet offered from beside Yunohana.
