When she saw Lightchaser wearing her usual metal mask and pulling up on a motorcycle to pick her up, Rita kept a straight face, trying hard not to smile. She nodded coolly.
"You're here."
Lightchaser: …
Rita flew onto the backseat and, remembering something that had been bothering her, grumbled,
"Were those candies you sent me leftovers from the Rock Locust brand?"
"Taste good?"
"No! All my classmates said they were disgusting!"
"You could give them to GodDraw77 next time."
"I'm just in first year—I still have six years of classes with her. Can I wait until seventh year to help you with that?"
"In seventh year, you can help me deliver something else."
Rita didn't dare ask what that "something else" was. She still wanted her diploma.
Lightchaser didn't ask where Mistblade had gone. Once they got home, she simply added another blank hexagonal wooden plaque next to the goblin head ornament by the door.
