“You don’t seem the insightful type. Or the type who knows how to problem-solve. Both of which are absolutely necessities for learning this complicated craft. You sure you want to learn [Alchemy], sonny? You may blow yourself up,” she cackled.

You don’t seem the warm grandma type either. But hey, here we are.

“Here.” Espada resurfaced and unceremoniously tossed a flap of leather on the table.

“What is this?” I picked it up and inspected it.

“What your sixty Bells will get you.”

Ai nodded. “Of course. Per the [Dictionary]. Strength—(noun); the quality or state of being strong.  There are additional definitions, though they are considered to be more in line with the ideas of philosophy or spirituality. Would you like to hear these as well?”

“No.”

“Does she do this every time?” I asked as the last remnants of glitter evaporated around Cannoli’s dress.

“Every time,” Keke confirmed, plucking the drawstring of her bow with seemingly growing impatience.

Me, on the other hand. Well. I looked like a hobo who had spent too much time around the local sporting goods shop doing dumpster dives after Tuesday clearance sales. I guess I had to start somewhere. 

I jumped from the bed and snatched a nearby broom, wielding it like a greatsword. I’d be damned if Keke grew legs again and Cannoli towered over me with the deathly syringe.

I looked in the direction of her hand. Even with the full moon and starlight, I couldn’t see much of anything more than ten paces in front of me. “Do all catgirls have amazing night vision?”

She looked at me with narrowed eyes. “[Scout] Classes have bonuses.”

“I see.” Or, well, I didn’t. But that was beside the point.