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what powers they have, so I can give my team a heads up?”
    “The rest of them are willing to go from hero to hero,” Century says a bit reluctantly, “I’ve already passed on the news to them.  It’s just Skystep that’s unreasonable.”  There’s a hint of frustration in his normally calm southern tone.  “She’s not completely stable, y’see.  She’s a good enough girl when everything’s going like she wants, but the moment we change things up...”
    “What, exactly, is the personal relationship between the two?” Mastermental asks.  He’d have never thought to ask before he found out that Technico and Lady Rose had teenage twins.
    “I... honestly have no idea,” Century admits.  “Now in exchange for the trouble you caused me, I think it’s only reasonable that you loan me that little healer of yours for a few days.  You know, the one they call Life Light.”
    Mastermental twitches.  “You’ll have to talk to Technico about that one,” he says.
     
    ***
     
    Twenty minutes of DDR with me and Malina taking turns stops when Ditto walks over with a grin on her face.  “Pizza’s here!” she announces as the game finishes--with me losing again.  “Want me to get Trent?” she asks as I step off the game.
    “Nah, I’ll get him.  You should go back to your team,” I tell her, heading for the two brothers playing a fighting game.  “Hey, guys, pizza’s here,” I say, glancing over at where Rocco and Lance are playing air hockey.  I grab Jack’s arm, trying to mess up his game, but he doesn’t even budge with it.  “Aww, c’mon, die already,” I mutter, peering at the game.  “How long have you two been playing this one round, anyway?”
    “Since the start,” Trent says, tapping away at the controls.
    “Dad got us an ancient game station and this game to teach us how to not break the controllers,” Jack says, not looking at me.  “So we got good at it after replacing the controllers a few dozen times.”
    “Well, whatever,” I say, “I’d rather everyone else ate before you two came, anyway,” I add.  “C’mon, guys, let’s leave them to their game otherwise everyone’ll starve!”  Rocco hesitates before shrugging.
    “You sure?  I mean... missing a meal can really suck,” he says with a slightly vulnerable look on his face as he follows along.
    “We’ll order them their own pizzas after we eat,” I tell him, looking at him for a moment.  “You, too?” I ask quietly as the others race forward.
    “Wh--what?” he asks, jerking away instinctively.
    I hesitate.  This isn’t the place to bring it up, is it?  “Nothing,” I say simply, sliding into my spot at the table, a bit surprised that Lance is sitting across from me and already digging in.  Other than the shape shifting surprise earlier, he doesn’t seem too worried, does he?  He grins at me as he grabs another slice. 
    Now don’t get me wrong--I think Trent’s the best looking guy in the entire school, and I’m only slightly biased, right?  But Lance is adorably cute.  Like the kid you put in commercials, or something.  That could be extremely useful in his future job.  “Hey,” I say, grabbing a slice for myself, “is it true that you’re going to be part of Vinny’s team?”
    “We both are,” Carla says, practically bouncing where she sits.  She moves her hand and a blob of meat goes flying off of her slice towards the group next to us.  “Whoops,” she says, flushing brightly as it hits Justin.  “Sorry, Justin,” she says as he slowly reaches up and picks the piece of hamburger off of his shirt.
    “Yeah,” he says, then gets up on one knee on his bench, looking around for a second before sending the piece flying again.  It hits Ace smack dab in the middle of his forehead.  “No problem,” he adds with a grin for Carla, slipping back into his seat as if nothing happened.  I can’t help but watch Ace, who pulls the meat off of his face and looks at it for a