“You sure you gonna be able to get this place running? Powder usually does it.”

She crossed her arms, weight all on one foot as she looked listened to the other girl rummage around and plug in various cables in the rundown arcade they’d snuck out to to hang out. When the lights flickered on and various games come to life she hummed with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

“Huh, you did it. Color me impressed buttercup.” The use of the nickname was almost second nature now, neither of the girls questioned it. She pulled the boxing gloves on and stepped up to the machine. This time she’d definitely beat her high score.