Adelaide had locked herself away—likely napping or lost in thought—by the time they arrived. But Katya was there, hard at work behind her laptop. She greeted the duo with a soft but weary smile and followed it with a big hug for Ken. “Nothing yet,” she half-whispered. “But I’ll keep looking, of course.”
“Why don’t you take a break?” Ken asked carefully. “My friend here could really use something to eat. We got anything good in the fridge? Leftovers?”
Katya eyed the skinny, boyish women with concern. “I will make sandwiches. Chips. Something hearty.” With that, Katya scurried off to perform the task. She didn’t need to hear the thanks that Yuuki muttered, nor any direction on what type of food would be preferable. Katya would select exactly which ingredients she felt were best. And she wo
