“You’re right, it doesn’t make a difference,” Josephine said. “If it was really so important, you could’ve talked to me first, given me the choice to risk my job for it. Rather than just assuming I wouldn’t want to help.”
“Would you have?” Frederica asked.
“I guess we’ll never know,” Josephine replied. “But… maybe next time… it might be fun to see what kind of trouble you’ve been getting up to.”
“That can definitely be arranged,” she said.
An awkward silence followed, punctuated by a loud thump and a giggle reverberating through the ceiling. Josephine bit her lip and looked away. Mathilda cleared her throat.
“Don’t,” Josephine said.
“Don’t what?” Frederica replied.
“Make this weird,” Josephine said.
“Me? Weird?” Frederica said. “Never.”
Josephine chuckled and rolled her eyes.
“I think I’m going to head out,” she said. “It’s been a long day. See you around, Fred.”
She opened the door and stepped outside.
“Hey, Jo?” Frederica said.
Josephine glanced back.
“Yeah?” she replied.
“Welcome to Victory City.”