The Victoria Housekeeping Co. building was silent, sunlight spilling through stained glass onto the foyer’s marble. No chores loomed, no games begged to be played—just a slow day. Von Lycaon stood by a block tower, paws adjusting each piece. Rina sat cross-legged, mud pies before her, drones bobbing. Corin hid by a plant, whispering to it, buzzsaw at her side. Ellen flopped on the rug, tail cape crinkling with candy wrappers.