it is shaken, not stirred

There's only so much hot chocolate one can drink, sitting around on the Yggdrasil waiting for the ragtag (always, but now even moreso) crew to polish up its next move. It's definitely a far cry from standing guard in Shevat, even if it still a lot of waiting.

Maria kicks her feet back and forth, taking care not to make any dents in the kickplate itself, and wonders what she'll do after this.

Margie's the Holy Mother of Nisan, so she'll have that.

She'll really miss her...

No way she's tagging along just because of a stupid crush.

Maria wonders.