"Do NOT condone this!" Vuvi snaps.
"To be fair," Sera says, "we haven't actually agreed to anything yet. Penelo's just standing there looking distraught."
"She's always going to agree. All of you! Look at Pip!" Vuvi points, exasperated, at Pip, whose eye-glow has gone a soft, sympathetic pink. "Look at his face! That's his 'I've already agreed to help you' face."
"That is a very specific face to have memorized," Veena points out.
"I have catalogued all of his faces, Veena," Vuvi groans. "It's a survival skill at this point."
Pip steps up beside Penelo, resting a hand on her shoulder, and sends a warm wave of sympathy and support rippling outward, warm and golden, toward the assembled beast-kin. Every single one of them swoons in perfect unison, bows and blades clattering to the grass, ears drooping, one particularly smitten fox-kin's knees giving way completely as she flops flat onto the ground with a happy little sigh.
"NOBODY," Vuvi bellows to the sky, "RESPECTS THE PLAN!"
