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There was no good answer to Heidi's question, except to blurt out that she had made a gross miscalculation about the facade she'd presented in tandem with the sweets. Mimsy was at least clever enough to know better than to do that, so she just ignored the question entirely. When in doubt.

She did acknowledge Stormy, however, giving her a halfhearted wave - just enough to look polite. There was no way to judge how much they would put up with from her compared to their desire for cake.

The rest of the interactions, as awkward as they were, went completely unnoticed, until Tuck began to choke on a cookie.

"That is not my fault," she insisted, though the words were not very audible through the rest of the commotion.

<'Oooh, not true, not true! You're killing the Green one! Killing him all the time!'> Svensyl sang. He'd meant it in jest, but did provide her with enough perspective to realize that only one of the two endangered associates was partnered with Song.

Thankfully, Heidi was attending to the more personal portion of helping him. She did her part by nudging her pitcher of water towards them with the end of her pen.

While nobody was watching, Mimsy made a face that would have properly conveyed the ha, you were wrong, loser that she wanted to show Svensyl, if only he could see it. She returned to quietly eavesdropping on the nearby conversations just in time to hear Tuck claim that he was in the middle of laundry.

Her nose scrunched up as she made a puzzled expression.

Was that meant to be sarcastic? Deus had a laundry service, didn't it? What other explanation was there for her clothes being cleaned and folded on a very regular basis?

Lavender grey eyes widened just a touch as Ro's recount of his Promotion mission, and she nodded her head after, lips pursed. "Nice. That's an interesting mission, but congratulations on doing so well on it." Ro's promotion, along with that shiny new jacket, had the small trainee itching to progress herself.

She blinked though as the taller hunter seemed to turn down her offer for a rematch, and pale brows pinched at the mention of danger. "Well there's always a chance at danger, isn't there? I mean," she snorted, features twisting incredulously. "We're beating on each other with weapons, accidents happen." Like the time she gave Tuck stitches.

The look she was giving him was one that suggested he best be out with whatever sissy a** reason he had for not wanting to fight her, though it momentarily shifted to a smile as Nevada gave her a wave before heading to the door. She returned, then went right back to staring up at Roland.

Tuck merely nodded at Heidi and pressed an absentminded kiss to her temple before giving Evan a 'bro-nod'. Stormy received a gentle smile and a half-hearted thumbs up, and Tuck snatched up one last cookie before giving Mimsy a smile.

Then he ******** high-tailed it back to his room, escaping any questions that Stormy or anyone else might have had for him.

Heidi watched Tuck leave with a worried look, eating a cookie for herself. She would give him a few minutes head start before she checked on him. Something was wrong, he wasn't just leaving because he had laundry to do.

That excuse was just lame, Tuck.

Worry became a blank stare straight ahead when she heard a familiar voice.

Is he wearing clothes this time?

Matilda chuckled. I cannot see him.

Heidi chanced a glance over her shoulder at Robert and immediately relaxed, giving a sigh of relief and grabbing a nearby plate to put her cookies on. Se also grabbed a few more fr Tuck. "Hi, Robert," Heidi hoped his name really was Robert and the other hunters that day hadn't just been messing with her. "Did you ever find your dinosaur?"

Honestly she was just relieved he was wearing clothes.

"HeiDEEEEEEEE," Robert drawled out, mussing her hair as much as possible. "How you doin', cutiepants? Yeah I found my dino. Someone ******** unstuffed it and left the skin out for me to find. Who the hell would DO that? But it's cool, 'cause now I can wear it like a costume? Sooo I've got a costume for Halloween. Sa-weeet."

He stole one of the cookies off of Heidi's plate, and wandered up to Mimsy, who looked about as confused as he did whenever she opened her mouth.

The following was spoken in a voice that even a grown man could manage when talking to something so adorable and precious, it could only be one of four things. A beloved car, a baby, a dog, or a precious little sister.

"Damn right you're my Mimsy, whosmywiddle Mimsy, yes you is! Yes you is!" Was he snuggling his cheek against hers? Little bit.

"All right, see ya . . ." Well okay, Tuck, be like that. Don't play her game. Stormy was very grateful for your acceptance of Nameless Boy, really, but she did feel a stab of guilt as the moon hunter wandered off. They'd have an actual talk later, she decided, assuming she didn't make more messes.

Because clearly those had been her fault, right?

"We should hang sometime," she called airily after Heidi. "It's only fair since you're dating my brother and all~" Wow, she never thought she'd ever say those words.

Snagging a cookie (because no sweet tooth or not, she was hungry), Stormy strode over to Roland and Peyton, a little guilty over ignoring them as well. Besides, she ought to at least talk to her fellow Mist more! "Couldn't help but overhear a bit about weapons and lots of Fear," she chirped between nibbles. "I'm guessing you guys have a little bit of trouble handling charges too?"