ExpertBunny looked at her notifications, maps, and messages from Coro?en. An Admin’s work was never done. She crossed her arms as she watched the gold drain from the joint account her and Noobkitty had just drain and indirectly purchased an entire farm.

  "That girl," she muttered, shaking her head. "Bad Kitty. Big financial decisions are meant to be made together."

  Püf looked over at her. "What did our baby sister do now?"

  "She just bought a farm for another woman," ExpertBunny sighed.

  Püf nodded knowingly. "That tracks. We’d totally do that. It’s for the animals." She took a sip of her rum. "Don't be too mad at her if you can. Her heart is in the right place, even if she's a bit careless and inconsiderate. Besides, it’s not like you aren’t doing something behind her back."

  ExpertBunny waved a hand in dismissal. She looked over at Ms. Poffin, who was currently measuring a demon and holding up fabric swatches for Veloura’s consideration. Nearby, KitE was playing ambient music, using GYOAT as a massive, living pillow.

  "I’ve been meaning to ask," ExpertBunny said, turning back to the pirate. "Is your ship in the buffer? We may need transportation help. This demon beach property changes the plan a little."

  Püf gave a playful smile. "Ship? I guess I neglected to tell you, I don't use a ship anymore."

  "Darn. Then what's in your storage buffer?"

  ExpertBunny pulled up the data, and her eyes went wide. [Adolescent Sky Whale].

  "Isn't that exploitation?" ExpertBunny asked, eyebrows raised.

  "About as much as my sister’s rat is exploitation," Püf assured her. "Choux loves to fly. He’s big, he's strong, and having me, my crew, and a cabin on his back... he doesn't even feel it. I saved him when he was a baby, and he thinks of me as his tiny mom. Do I have permission to bring him out?"

  ExpertBunny transferred the summoning permissions, curious to see the creature. Püf pressed the button, and the sky turned dark. Grinning with pride, she yelled upward, "Choux!"

  The shadows shifted, and the air itself seemed to vibrate as a massive whale face appeared through the trees, looking down at Püf and the group. A happy, resonant whale song echoed through the orchard. The picnic goers looked up, stunned.

  "There’s my baby," Püf said with joy. "Mind helping people move around later, big guy?"

  The giant sky whale bobbed up and down in confirmation.

  "See? Easy. Travel is set."

  ExpertBunny blinked. "Noobkitty is going to lose her mind. Thank you for bringing him."

  The whale floated higher, starting to explore the skies of this new world.

  "I wasn't going to leave my baby behind; there are dangerous pirates on that world," Püf teased. "But yeah, we can transport the demons and everyone to the coast without a problem. It might take two or three trips since there are quite a lot of demons."

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  "Thank you. Coro?en is considering moving the portal to Hell; I think he's considering turning the gate into a dungeon later."

  "Not a bad idea," Püf added. "Make sure to tell Ms. Poffin. She’ll want to make designs for the dungeon-demon clothes and the loot drops."

  ----

  "Breathtaking Brimstone," Ms. Poffin suggested, sketching a design in her book.

  "Do you even know what brimstone is?" Veloura asked flatly.

  "Um... some kind of magic hell-stone?"

  "It’s sulfur deposits from volcanic vents," the succubus clarified. "When it burns or decays, it reeks."

  Ms. Poffin chuckled. "Yeah, okay. No bad-smelling names for the resort." She turned her sketchbook around. "How about this?" Ms. Poffin displayed her sketch for the succubus’s outfit..

  Veloura examined the outfit. "Lower neckline, but make it more professional."

  "Um, a lower neckline would almost reach your bellybutton."

  The succubus nodded. "Yes. That will work."

  Shrugging, Ms. Poffin adjusted the sketch. The new neckline was low enough to show off demonic abs while covering the succubus’s breasts just enough to pass the world's decency filters. The skirt was short and slit up the side, held together by a hip-belt. It was patterned in black and red with a flame motif. Veloura had insisted on no sleeves to show off her shoulders; the wing muscles were connected there, and she wanted the power of her flight on full display.

  Ms. Poffin had to refocus on her drawing before she thought too much about the fact that this woman was a succubus and whether "fun" could me a simple respawn or permanent stat losses.

  "Big boy!" Ms. Poffin yelled to Morlax. "What kind of clothes do you want?"

  "Hawaiian shirt," Morlax said instantly.

  "You are not wearing a Hawaiian shirt," Veloura declared.

  A confused Ms. Poffin looked at the two. "How do you even know about Hawaii?"

  "We had internet access at the Rehoming Facility," Veloura grumbled. "And he acquired an awful taste in fashion."

  Curious, Ms. Poffin decided to check their knowledge. "Would you settle for an Aloha shirt?"

  The succubus crossed her arms. "Fine. Just no 'Hawaiian' shirts."

  "I want volcanoes on it," Morlax said, winking at the seamstress. "Oh! How about the name Eternal Flamelight?"

  "No," Veloura snapped. "We are not naming it that. It sounds like a bad poem."

  ---

  KitE was doing what she enjoyed most, people watching. As she lay against GYOAT, she mused on her sisters. Püf was an old friend, but Ms. Poffin was relatively new to the Traveling Sisters. Crafting worlds rarely granted travel visas because aggressive players tended to ruin the "vibe." Then there was [SPOILERS], who was a legend among them.

  She watched Noobkitty's fiancé, ExpertBunny, and smiled, playing a soft melody. Noobkitty was lucky; it was rare for a "Lyla" to find love, and the fact that she had landed such a capable, cute partner was heartening. KitE felt a touch of hope. Maybe after this adventure, she’d try the dating pool again. Maybe she’d find a cute cyborg or an "Experience."

  GYOAT chuffed softly. ??????

  "Do you mean you want sleepy music," KitE asked, "or am I playing too slow?"

  The yak nudged her once: ????

  "Well, can't let down a fan," she said, settling deeper into the thick fur. She played a slow, cozy song. Animals and players alike, feeling the effects of overeating, drifted near to listen and take a nap. It was odd, most worlds didn't simulate a "full" stomach feeling. She’d have to ask about that. For now, she played as the evening sun began its downward journey, shifting the colors of the orchard.

  "Are you sure?" ExpertBunny asked.

  "Yes. The Soggy Toast is what we decided," Morlax said, now proudly wearing a spiffy volcano-print Aloha shirt.

  Begrudgingly, Veloura had agreed. "He wanted Moist Cake but I vetoed it, I'm not working in a resort named Moist Cake." She stood nearby in her flame-patterned management blouse and skirt, which had custom openings for her wings and tail.

  "Alright then," ExpertBunny shrugged, entering the name into the hotel interface before passing the administrative rights to Veloura.

  "Don't I get an interface?" Morlax asked.

  "The Manager gets the main UI, but you get the Owner's portal," ExpertBunny explained, handing him the secondary access.

  "When do you think you'll be ready to travel? I have transport set up." She gestured to the sky whale lazily drifting above.

  "Tomorrow," Morlax said. "I need to pack a few more things into my inventory."

  "Great. Then I’ll leave you in the hands of my future sister-in-law, Captain Püf."

  ExpertBunny yawned and checked her maps. It looked like Noobkitty had made it home safely 'somehow' so she’d join her drunk fiancée in bed soon. She said her goodbyes to the four sisters and headed back toward her shop. Plans would have to change; The Soggy Toast oddly sounded much more fun than Sourdough.