And me? I stayed in the center, calm, composed, a yellow-gowned whirlwind of silk and sass, letting the chaos unfold around me, smirking at the absurdity.
By the time the dust settled, renegades groaning and scrambling to escape, we were victorious. Well… victorious-ish. Mud everywhere. Gown ruined. Makeup smeared. But the point was clear: never underestimate a merchant with a jar of peanut butter and a plan.
Latte dusted her hands off. "I… I think we might have just invented a new combat style."
Coffi smirked. "I call it: 'Bureaucratic Chaos.' Very effective against musclebound morons."
I laughed. "Next time… more peanut butter. Always more peanut butter."
And in the distance, I could already see Sir Alex's vision playing out in my mind, reminding me why we were really here: the "abs" were just the bonus.
Then, of course, came the unexpected.
