The door clicks open with a chirp of wings and the smell of coffee.

“Oh hey, look who finally decided to show up!” Exusiai grins, hair tied in a loose side ponytail, a small halo dimly glowing above her. “Lemmy said you’d flake again.”

“I said no such thing,” Lemuen’s voice drifts from the table, calm as ever. “Though you did take your time.”