“Thanks,” Tabitha said. “I got Marco to make it for me.”

“With that tight a fit,” Erin grinned, “I bet he enjoyed measuring you for that.”

“Oh, please,” Tabitha snorted. “You know perfectly well Marco’s gay. Cute, but I’m not his type.”

“Well,” Erin said, sounding thoughtful, “technically, he’s bi. And how would you know if he’s cute? You’ve never seen him.”

“He showed me,” Tabitha said, sounding a bit confused. “You do know he’s a telepath, right?”

“No,” Erin smirked. “And I bet you’re the only one he’s ever told.” She thought for a moment. “That explains how he can get these costumes so perfect with only a vague description of what the customer wants. Anyway, back to his crush on you…”

“Not having this conversation.” Tabitha’s voice became serious. “I need a favour, C.”

“You’ve saved my butt on more than one occasion. Anything.”

“I need you to put me in contact with Ouroboros.”

Erin frowned. “Anything but that.”