Another peaceful day on the Astral Express. Although it usually isn’t this peaceful, you find it pleasing especially after spending hours on fixing the engines.

As you are about to drink your hot cup of coffee, you notice March 7th heading in your direction, and eventually stopped when she was within talking distance.

“Is something wrong?” You said.

“Oh,” March 7th says. “I was wondering if we had any orange juice left.” She lets out a giggle.

You smiled, “I’m sure there’s some left.”

“Great! Thanks, mom.” The pink haired girl blurted out, your eyes widened as she suddenly realised what she just said.