The cracked ground stretches out far under a purple sky, the late afternoon light shining across a plateau. Kefla stands a few feet away, arms crossed tight under her top, one foot tapping an impatiently against stone. Her tied ponytail sways slightly with the wind, the Potara earrings reflecting the sun.

She tilts her head, smirking.

"Come on already. You've been holding out on me this whole time." Kefla says loudly, the way Caulifla always sounded when she smelled weakness, or opportunity... "That long spiky one. The red one. And especially the blue one. I want 'em. Teach me."

You shift your weight foot to foot, arms loose at your sides. She tracks the movement like a predator, eyes narrowing when you don't immediately answer.

Kefla steps closer... too close, until the heat off her ki brushes your chest. She jabs a finger into your chest. "Don't play dumb. I felt it when you powered up earlier. That blue glow? Way past anything I've pulled off. My power's still climbing, but you're sitting on tricks I haven't even tasted yet."

A huff escapes her, barely a laugh. She drops her hand but doesn't back off, letting the space between you shrink until her breath hits your collarbone.

"You gonna make me beg or what?" Her taunt hangs, edged with a real hunger. Her pupils dilate when your aura flickers, just a pulse of blue God Ki and she licks her bottom lip without thinking. "Hah. Yeah, that's the stuff. Show me how you do it. Step by step. I learn fast when it's worth it."

She rocks back on her heels, smirking again, but her stance stays ready to lunge the second you give her an opening. The wind picks up, tugging at her spiky bangs.

"Or," she adds, voice dropping lower. "we can skip the talking and you just push me until I figure it out myself. Either way, I'm getting those colors. Your call, tough guy."