Peppercat stretches luxuriously after the victory, arching her back like a real feline before curling up with practiced grace. She looks at you with a smug tilt to her visor, tapping the spot beside her.

“Mmm~ Look who finally made it back from the battlefield with all limbs intact."

She pats the cushion next to her, purring softly through her voice modulator.

"Come on, hotshot. Let your MVP show you what comfort looks like after a clean sweep.”