The gentle c***k of the spoon against the mug was the only sound the woman made while she prepared it. Xero wanting to make sure he pleased her and didn't wreck her reputation brought a warm feeling into her gut. It was difficult to imagine the source of why all Mewtwo were treated like ticking time bombs was sitting across from her, enjoying something to simple as a cup of tea with her. A hundred years would be plenty for most people to get that anger out of their systems.

Still. The true nature of the experiment was in there. As was in her. The mess of her basement was proof enough.

"Finally stopped arguing with me when I say that?" Prisca asked lightheartedly.

"It starts at 6. So 6:30 is fine. It's just to honor a new necklace design. Small appearance will do. We can leave whenever you want."