You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair. Qiana had a free day (which meant Zap didn't want to wear people clothes that day or brush her hair), so the dresser had decided to peek in on her wizard cousin and bring a snack for good measure. They (magic users) had all been wracking their brains over the 'Helheim debacle', so Tress was forcing a tiny break on Fwankenstein. She entered Frankie's zone in the sanctum, made a beeline to Catacomb's lap, and backed up on her, successfully knocking the book she'd been pouring over ajar. Tress tossed the bag of pastries on the desktop and then looked over her shoulder at Frankie. "What's up?" Wink.