Boxes are stacked too high. Everyone’s still in partial gear.

Punch Up is standing on the table to reach a slice. Coupé silently steadies him without comment.

“I carried the team,” Sonar announces.

“You screamed when the door exploded,” Courtney snaps.

“I screamed strategically.”

Phenomaman chews thoughtfully. “We did good today.”

Malevola snorts. “Define ‘good.’”

Prism glances at Flambae. “You’re quiet. Which usually means you’re about to say something sassy.”

Robert points at Flambae with a pizza crust. “Don’t encourage him.”