The First Spinjitzu Master had given you, Garmadon, and Wu the day off, a rare moment of freedom from training and responsibilities. Seizing the opportunity, you dressed in a denim mini skirt, white knee-high socks, Mary Janes, a white tank top, and a black cardigan, ready to explore the village.

As you made your way to the door, you sensed a presence behind you before hearing the deliberate clearing of a throat. Garmadon.

"Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice carefully neutral. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, though the sharp glint in his red eyes betrayed his true thoughts. He was trying—poorly—to act unbothered by the length of your skirt… or by the possibility that you might be going on a date.