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--Saturday--

The sun was just starting to rise as Celina crept in the basement door. Ears straining as the tigress did her level best to stay silent. Being greeted by the sounds of soft snores, quiet chuffs, and the scent of apple spice. Using her phone to guide her, she did a quick sweep of the room and found herself smiling.

Max and Kookie were in a tangle. Her brother's sleep shirt up most of the way, boxers and pants absent. Likewise, Kookie was dressed in a shirt several sizes too large for him, bottom bared and bearing signs of some sinful activities. Looks like the pair of them had roused at some point, then decided to make use of the opportunity they were granted.

Not that she was one to talk. Licking her lips brought her the lingering taste of Tyler. She'd given the jagger road head on the way back, letting him finish deep in her maw just a block away. Naturally, she'd snowballed him with the goodbye kiss. Let him get a taste of just how salty his cum was. He did promise to look into changing his diet, but only after licking his lips a few more times. Leaving him for the night, she made the jog back. Changing out of her clothes into something a bit more 'decent' with some pajamas. Not her usual choice, since she preferred being naked, but it wasn't her house.

Ears twitched as she slid under the cover. The sound of keys in the lock making her head jerk towards the open doorway. A hiss sounding as she looked towards her brother and Kookie, both very exposed. Leaning over, she quickly flicked the blankets up, tugged at clothes, and finally dropped herself down beside the two. Even going so far as to pull Kookie over, the kookaburra muttering, "Five more minutes," as his arm fell across Celina. The trio looking somewhat natural, as if they'd passed out during some movie binge.

She was just closing her eyes as the stairs creaked. Doing all she could to even out her breathing, hoping to make it seem like she was asleep. Ears twitching as she heard the stairs creak under Julia's light step. The kookaburra nurse leaning in and looking over the trio. Tsking quietly at the sight of the trio, slumped together on the couch. "Kids these days," she muttered to herself, "would've never been caught dead..." her voice faded as she wandered upstairs.

Celina sighed, yawned, and wiggled down into the covers. Letting sleep claim her after the physically exhausting, if mentally rejuvenating, night she'd had.

"So," Kookie huffed, leaning towards Max and bumping his side; "what do you wanna do?" It was early, well it was early for a pair of teens on the weekend, which meant it was creeping towards noon.

Max shrugged, idly flipping the keys about his finger, "Er... I dunno." The tiger chuffed quietly and let his ears twitch back, "Wanna go to a movie?" A questionable noise came from the kookaburra. "Well we just ate..." he watched as Russty scooped a bit of shake into his beak, clattering in thought as he hummed.

A quiet huff, "What I'd like to do would be just game. We're getting into the better part of act two!" The kookaburra huffed and slumped further down in his seat. "But noooo, Mom's all just, 'Go out and do something, don't just veg out on the couch all weekend." He let out a very rude noise, "I like vegging out on the couch. It's what we do when we're hanging out most of the time anyway." Russty stole a glance towards Max then leaned against the tiger, "Bump."

A purr-like coo came from the kookaburra as the tiger wrapped his arm around him. "Well... got my laptop so we could cuddle up in the backseat and watch something on it. No streaming though, unless you want Celina fussing at you."

Kookie perked up and wilted in the same sentence, turning to look at the seat with a hum, "Be a close fit back there. What do you have loaded up?"

"That Sentai series you'd told me to watch."

Another noise, "What about your dice or cards? Could always go to the game store and get our nerd on there."

"Home."

Kookie slumped in the seat again, feet slipping from his shoes to thump against the dashboard. "Hrm... What about Switch? Got your other games with you or home?" Rolling his head he watched as Max shrugged, "Home, of course." It was just the two of them, since Celina had claimed that she wasn't feeling well. Opting to stay back at Kookie's and just crash in his bed. She promised to give them a call if she was feeling better, but they both knew why she was out of it. Well, they knew that she'd been out all night, but not why or who with. Though Kookie had some guesses. Feathered fingers tapped off his knees, "Well you know what this means, don'chat?"

"We find somewhere to park and slide in the back?"

He let out a bill-clattering raspberry, "Just so you can molest your boyfriend? You wish, Tiggy. Nope," Kookie wiggled back into a seated position. "Means we've gotta got your place and get your chit so we can actually do something." He caught the look Max gave him, "Oh it'll be fine, your mom's in heat, the house isn't being fumigated or something." Feathered ruffled slightly, "If you want, I can go in, get it, and get out. Sneaky bird. I won't even need a cardboard box."

Max started to protest, but he couldn't think of much else to do really. Normally they would just game or something wherever, but Julia was rather strict about wanting Kookie to do things. Didn't matter that what Kookie enjoyed doing wasn't 'feminine enough' just that it was 'healthy to get out and interact.' It was always a strange thing that she didn't want the two of them alone at home, but she was fine with them being alone other places. He didn't know, it didn't make sense.

"Fine," he sighed, starting up the car and turning back onto the street. "Just in and out."

Kookie perked back up, "Cook and book!" Bill chattered as the tiger's whiskers twitched, "Okay fine, simple recon mission. In and out before anyone notices. Unless your mom catches me, then I'll say you were a bum and forgot your fun stuff at home."

Max wrinkled his muzzle, "I'll bum you if you keep it up."

Feathers stood on end as a shiver raced down the kookaburra's body, "Hadn't tried that." Kookie breathed out a quiet coo, "Maybe later." Another ruffle smoothed down his feathers, though the ones about his cheeks stayed up in the slightest blush. "For now, we relieve boredom and later, OUR LOINS!"

The trip back to Max's house wasn't that long, though Kookie insisted on taking over the radio and 'getting into the mood' by throwing on every stealth song he could think of. Both tiger and kookaburra singing along with the theme to Lupin as they pulled up. Max cruising into the garage and throwing it into park about the time the song ended.

Kookie hopping out, "Alright, back in a minute." Hurrying into the house and leaving Max there in the car. The tiger huffing quietly as he slumped down in the seat, ears ticking back a bit as he hummed quietly. Ear twitching as he sat there with the window open, listening to Kookie's light, rapid footsteps hurry upstairs.

Followed by his cell ringing a minute later, "Yeah?"

Russty popped up at a very close angle, "Dude, I can't find anything in this room. Whatever happened to the organization system I showed you."

He rolled his eyes with a sigh, "You mean when you hit my room like a whirlwind?"

Bill clattered with a huff, "You say mess I say organized chaos." Kookie grumbled and muttered to himself as he continued to rummage through the room, "I can't find your games. You sure you didn't put them in your bag with your other stuff?"

Max uttered a quiet growl, "They're right by the dock. I've got my deck boxes beside them..." the image blurred as Kookie spun the phone around. Slowly scanning over the shelf, ducking in and about the various figurines and models. Kookie had already grabbed his deck boxes and pulled them to the front, but his games were nowhere to be seen. "They should be right there in the case."

Russty leaned forward and muttered quietly, "I'm not seeing it, could it have fallen somewhere?"

He growled quietly, "Just..." His ears laid back slightly, a growl rolling about this chest. He shouldn't go into the house. Not with his mother in the midst of a heat. Though it had been a few days by now, it shouldn't be that bad by now? "Did you see my mom around?"

"Nope, but didn't go digging around the house either." Meant that Mom was either in her room or the living room. Since the kitchen opened right by the stairs going to the second floor, Kookie not noticing her wouldn't be surprising. There were times when he was surprised the kookaburra didn't get surprised by his own beak. Be very easy for him to just walk right past his Mom without noticing. Not unless Mom actually said something.

Another growl before he just huffed, "Be there in a minute." Ending the call, he shoved it into his pocket and took the keys. Shoulders hunched, muttering under his breath, he wondered just how long he could hold his breath as he hurried inside.

He wasn't two steps inside before a noise caught his ear. Keyed up as he was, instinct drove him to stop and listen. One certainly sounded like his mother, but the other was vaguely familiar. Not his father, Dad was on the other side of the world right now. More than that, the voice lacked that faintly distant sound that only Voip could give. TV maybe but it sounded like his mother was talking to whoever was there with her. His whiskers twitched as he took a step, head craning as he instinctively went to sniff. Only just able to stop himself from doing so, covering his nose with a hand as he pulled back. Last thing he wanted was to get a good whiff of his mother's scent and get drawn to her.

Kookie started as he nearly burst into his bedroom and shut the door. "Whoa!" the kookaburra trilled as Max leaned against the door and took a breath. The fur along his spine rising as the trickle of that pheromone-laden scent curled seductively about his nose. His lips parting ever so slightly as his tongue poked free. "Could have waited in the car, Duder."

Max lay against the door, eyes closed as he tried to ignore that scent. It was faint, but had permeated the house enough that it was still getting to him. "And let you just..." he opened his eyes and sighed, "tear up my bedroom?"

It was too late for that, Kookie had hit the place with all the subtly and care of a rabid tornado, all but tossing the mattress off his bed. Sheets had been tugged off and tossed around, figured had been moved, and more. "I was gonna clean up," the kookaburra looked a bit guilty and started trying to shift the mattress back into position. His eyes darting over the tiger as Max came over to help. Kookie's voice dropping a little, "Are you okay? You're doing that mouth thing."

His mouth snapped shut, "Yeah, I'll be okay." Max sighed and started trying to make his bed up. Tail twitching behind him as he took another sniff, unable to stop himself.

Then he stopped. Head tilting as he took another, slower whiff.

Kookie was in front of him in a flash, the kookaburra's hands falling to his cheeks, "Hey Maxie, it's okay we do..." Max closed his hand about the avian's bill and motioned for him to shush. Grumbling at the beak grab, the bird dropped heavily to the bed and watched as his boyfriend stooped lower and sniffed.

Max knew what his bedroom smelled like and he knew what his mother smelled like. Hell, for a couple days there her scent had been practically seared into his nose. Distracting though it was, now he was picking up something else. An unfamiliar scent, one flavored with floral and spiced hints that only attempted to hide the decidedly male scent. Sweat, excitement, and the underlying musk of a male tiger. His instincts rattling about him with a growl of their own at this unfamiliar male in his territory.

Tapping his finger to his lips, Max slipped from his bedroom and out into the hall. He kept his body lower, feet gliding over the spots he knew would creak or betray his movement. Kookie doing his best to mirror the tiger as they went down to the living room. Max sliding his hand back over his nose without thinking.

His heart was hammering in his chest as he peered into the living room. There, stretched out on the floor with their backs against the couch was his mother and a familiar stranger. Furniture had been pushed out of the way so some covers and the like could be made into a lounging area. They were tucked up close together, playing a game on the large TV to pass the time. Even with his nose covered, Max could practically taste the scent of sex that clung about the pair. His pants growing tighter as the mixed male and female scents started to get to him.

"Ah, you cheat!" Jennifer huffed, slapping the tiger's chest before half-pouting.

His voice was low, flavored with a slight accident, "Not cheating," the male chuffed, "not my fault it let me steal those stars." The maltese male leaned in to nuzzle her neck, "How can I make it up to you?"

Jennifer's growl took on a softer note, "Well..." she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down.

Hands curled about him from behind and tugged. The tiger's body tense, resisting the pull before a nip to his ear brought him back enough for Kookie to start hauling him away. Low growls rolled about his chest as the kookaburra drug him back to the garage. "Keys," Kookie whisper-hissed. Shoving his hand into Max's pocket and just grabbing them, "Passenger side, go." The tiger hesitated, about ready to say that the kookaburra didn't have his license yet, but Kookie shoved at him, "Go."

Max uttered a little growl and shook his head, "I'm fine, just... stunned." He reached for the keys, which Kookie snatched back and gave him a look, "I'm okay, just..." Max sank down against the wall with a heavy sigh, "Fuck."

Kookie's hand came to his shoulder. Max sighing as he just leaned back against the wall. The kookaburra's light touch shifting him until the avian was able to sit in his lap and lean against his form. Arms wrapping about Kookie as his nose buried into the avian's neck. Breathing in that soft, slightly dusty, scent of the avian's plumage. Kookie's feathered hands stroking his chest and arm lightly, bill combing through his hair and nibbling lightly.

Minutes passed before Kookie asked, "So what do?"

He shook his head, "I don't know. Been sitting on... you know what, I don't think I can keep this secret too." A low growl whispered up his throat as he leaned into the smaller avian. Nuzzling into that feather and breathing in the familiar, comforting scent.

Shifting on his lap, Kookie turned until he was straddling Max's lap, leaning closer into the tiger. "You know I'm here for you, Boo. And I can keep a secret better than anyone when it's important." Feathers twitched slightly as he nuzzled up into his boyfriend with a hum. "Even if that secret is that your mom is _with_Falcon."

Max nodded, burying his face into the kookaburra's plumage. "Do need you to keep this secret." His hands slid under the borrowed hoodie and the too-loose shirt, petting through Kookie's soft plumage. "Just gotta figure out what to do." Without even thinking, his body was shifting against the kookaburra's as his quiet grumbles rolled about his chest.

"Well first..." Kookie huffed as he shifted on Max's lap, tail feathers fanning across the tiger's legs. He reached down and began to rub the straining bulge, "Should take care of this." Nibbling at his ear, the kookaburra trilled quietly.

He bit back a groan, "Is this really the time..." leaning back, he lifted his body as his belt came undone, cock leaping out to greet the avian. "Or the place?"

"Shush, you know I can distract you for a bit." Kookie shimmied his hips as Max's hands dropped to his hips. Looser pants sliding down until feathered thighs were brushing against the hardness. "It's either be goofy, cuddle, or this. So two out of three ain't bad." A quiet huff coming from the kookaburra as he ground his pussy against Max. Feathers bristling as he shivered over the tiger. Starting to stroke him faster as he ground into the tiger's length. Using his body to trap the male's length between warmth and softness.

It was really hard to argue, especially with his instincts clamoring at him to bury himself in a wet and ready female. It longed for a tigress to be squirming under him, hips lifting and tail curling about his waist. That was his instinct though. His heart and mind longed for Kookie, grasping those feathered hips.

Kookie's lighter frame lifted with the grab, readily sliding up until Max's tip was poised at the avian's damp entrance. Twin gasps lifting as he settled his slight frame down onto his partner. Coos rolling up as he pressed his beak until Max's neck. Nuzzling the larger male with a huff, "Max..." came the breathless pant. Hands resting on the tiger's chest, "I love you..."

Max groaned and leaned in, "Love you too, Kookie monster."

----A Month Later, Thursday.----

Jennifer looked over her glasses at the table, only the twitching of her tail tip betraying her slight worry. She looked down the table at her two kids, Max and Celina sitting across from each other, and at Richard. Or more accurately, the laptop that had been set up so Richard could video in. "So," her husband called out, face looking a little distorted on the camera, "What's on your mind, Sport?" There was his easy smile, the charm that the tiger seemed to weaponize so much. "Hate that I couldn't be there, but you know how these things go. Swear they can't run a printer without me here."

Max's whiskers twitched, "Yeah I know, Dad." He sighed and leaned forward harder into the table, almost reaching to bury his head into his hands before stopping. The rapid twitching of his tail and set of his shoulders showing his inner struggle, "I know, Dad."

Richard's expression turned a little, "This acting up again? Sounded like you repeated yourself. Hold on, let me just restart..."

"No." Richard stopped, looking towards his son with a curious look. "I mean..." Max heaved a sigh as if the weight of whatever he was wanting to talk about were trying to crush him. "I know, Dad." He glanced towards Jennifer and she saw the ghost of worry in his eyes, "Mom, I know too."

The shoe dropped for her far faster than it did her husband. "What do you mean, Sport?"

Now she sighed and leaned against the counter, "I think he means that he _knows,_Richard." She angled her head towards the laptop with what she hoped was a knowing tilt of her head. Celina's confused expression revealing that she was just as clueless as Richard was, though perhaps she had more of a reason.

"I get that, but what does..."

Max blurted out, "When you got your new phone some files were accidentally synced to the family account. I clicked on them out of curiosity and well... the tablet has translator." He saw Richard's mouth start to open to utter an excuse, "And Kookie can read Japanese."

Richard's ear twitched on screen as he leaned back. Mouth starting to open slowly. Celina was staring at Max, mouth agape. Her eyes darting to Jennifer, eyes widening further as her mother just leaned back with a quiet sigh, "And Mom..."

"Oh I thought you might." She offered a somewhat sad smile, "You'd said Kookie made that mess in your room, but figured you wouldn't have been far behind." A quiet chuff came from the tigress, "While he wouldn't notice the elephant in the room, either of you..." Looking towards her daughter, she offered a sad smile; "I'm sorry I lied to you, but..."

Celina bolted out of her chair as Jennifer reached for her daughter, "What the fuck is going on?!"

Richard huffed from his computer, "Celina, language!"

Jennifer snorted at her husband, "Oh grow up, Richard, if any situation calls for cursing it'd be this." She turned her focus on her daughter, "Celina. Dear, I'm sorry." Her hand came to rest on her belly, "But you're going to have a half-sibling." Her attention shifted towards the laptop, "It's not the only one you have either."

She could see Richard bristling at her brusque explanation. The rose-gold tigress' eyes going wider as it hit her fully. "You..." she looked from her mother, to her father, before setting on Max, "You_knew and you didn't tell me?!"_Celina practically bellowed. Turning sharply and storming out of the room. Max sinking into his chair as the entire house shook with the force of her slamming door.

"Well," Richard huffed, "That could have been handled better."

Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Oh fuck off, Richard. We can talk about how it should have been handled when you're here." She shifted her focus to Max. Reaching out to gently rub her son's back, "Max, I'm sorry... I..."

He didn't pull away, but he just shook his head quietly. A sure sign that he didn't want to talk right now. So she gave his back a light pat, then got up to fix some tea for herself. Both ignoring Richard as he tried, and failed, to start a conversation again.

It was nearly a half-hour before Celina walked back into the kitchen. Her eyes red and face damp from where she'd washed it. Without a word, the tigress righted her seat and sat down. "Are we better?" she asked quietly. Celina shrugging, not looking at any of her family. "Max, could you call your father up again?" Waiting as he leaned over to do as he was asked.

"Does it matter?" Celina's voice was hoarse, "Not like he's ever here."

Jennifer flashed a sad smile, "Like it or not, he's still your father and we have our rules." The honored rules of family meetings. Set forth long ago and abided by for years now. Believing that if her children were to behave like grownups then she should treat them as such, Jennifer had laid down the rules when they were young. Anyone could call a meeting to discuss some decision made by the parents, or some rule laid out for the children. Everyone would have equal opportunity to talk. All opinions and input would be listened to and weighed. Discussions shall be had. Most importantly, if someone got angry then they should walk away from the table until they were able to compose themselves. The others would wait until they returned before resuming the conversation.

Even then, she gave them a few minutes of trying before she sighed, "Well, it is late over there and he got a bombshell. If he calls back, we'll answer, if not... Questions?"

Celina tapped the table, "Yeah," she looked at Max, "I take it this is your secret?" He nodded, "How could you keep it from me?"

He groaned and put his head in his hands, "I thought it'd be better. I mean, what would you do if you suddenly found a bunch of pictures of your dad with other kids, other women." Lips curled back to flash his teeth, "A _lot_of pictures."

Celina was still bristling, "Still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me." She growled low in her throat and started to hit the table, but stopped. "Fuck Man, I thought you could trust me."

The look he gave her almost broke Jennifer's heart, "So did I." Celina rocked back in her seat and looked away. "I..." he buried his head in his hands, grabbing his hair, "I didn't know what to do. I talked about it with Kookie and just... I just thought it'd be better if I forgot I ever saw those. Just pretended they never happened so we could keep going on."

Jennifer reached out to stroke her son's hair, "Hey, it's okay." She reached for Celina, but her daughter leaned back, arms crossed. "If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me, Celina. I kept it secret from you far longer than your brother did. I wanted you two to live a normal life, not being shuttled from place to place, visiting whoever's turn it happened to be to watch you. But we're here now, and we can talk this out as we have everything else, okay?"

Ears pinned back for a moment before Celina reached out to take her mother's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Okay," came the hoarse croak.

She looked towards Max, who nodded a little and took her hand as well, silently squeezing it. "Okay. We can do this." A look towards the laptop, which sat silent. "He'll have to settle for whatever we decide."

Max's ears twitched, "But Mom, the rules..."

Jennifer stood up and walked around, "As per the rules, I'm allowed this once a year. I," she let her hand rest on the screen, "am the Mother. And I," she shut the lid, "said so. Now, who wants to order something, because I sure as hell don't feel like cooking anything right now."

"I'll do it," Celina reached for the laptop. Paused. Looked to Max and then her mother, "Also... I've been sneaking out at night." She pulled the computer over and started to poke for food, "Just going down to roller skate, I've kinda been getting into Roller Derby a little. Not competing yet, but I'm pretty good at it." Looking from her family, she saw that she had their full attention. "And... I might have been spending some of those nights with Ty at his place."

He sighed in relief, "Is that all? Kookie was sure that you'd joined a cult or something. Roller Derby and banging your boyfriend? Dems small potatoes."

"Max!" Jennifer chuffed, trying to hide her laugh, "That's your sister you're talking about. Have you at least been safe?"

Celina huffed, "Safer than you, Mom." She looked up, ears pinned back, "Sorry. Still a little mad."

"It's okay, I deserved that one." She leaned back and gave her stomach a soft stroke and quiet sigh. "Max? Why don't you call up Kookie, see if he wants to come over. Celina, you give Ty a call as well. Unless you two just want it to be the three of us." They shook their heads, "Okay, we can talk about this before everyone gets here. And while you two call your boyfriends," she stood up, "I am going to get mine." Her tail twitched, "Should tell him that he is that too."

----Two months later----

"Alright, is everyone ready?" Tyler sat at the head of the table, wearing an elaborate outfit of deep purples and blacks, a hood pulled up to half-obscure his face.

Kookie trilled, "Almost, just finishing up picking out my spells."

"You've had all week to pick those out," Celina chuffed as she sat down to Ty's right. "Took me all of five minutes to level up my character."

The kookaburra uttered mocking noises, clicking his bill as Max leaned over, "Why don't you take that one? I've already got a couple of the utility spells covered. Plus you were doing some pretty awesome theory crafting on that one earlier."

Falcon smiled as he leaned forward, "Oh that is a pretty good one. I know you've seen just how creative some people get with it," he tapped his nose with a knowing smirk. "I'm mostly thankful I get to be a player." The maltese tiger grinned, "Don't get this nearly often enough." He turned to snap a salute, "Ser Geoffrey Penefore is ready for duty." The tiger's easy smile spread to Kookie as the avian quickly finished up.

"And Lady Zalatus is grateful for her knight-protector," Jennifer ran her fingers over Falcons back before taking her seat with a sigh. "Though why a priestess was assigned a Paladin of the Obsidian Order remains a mystery," the gold tigress looked towards Tyler with a questioning look.

To which the jagger leaned back, "All shall be revealed in time. Now, if we're all ready?"

"Hold up," Kookie checked his phone, "food's about to be here." As if on cue, the doorbell rang, "There it is, come help me get the goods, Bertram." He tugged Max along to the front door.

Jennifer's attention drifting over those assembled at the kitchen table, a smile flicking over her lips. The last couple months had been interesting to say the least. She and Richard had gotten a divorce. It wasn't the hard, hateful split that she'd feared for so long. To their friends and family, they had simply grown apart over the last few years. Nearly everyone took that in stride with only the most token of sympathies. Her parents had been surprised the marriage had lasted that long. His had been quietly apologetic and understanding.

The house was hers, it had been since they bought it. Richard had collected his things, such as they were, had officially relocated. When he was in town, they'd work out something in private. Likely with him staying here while she went to Falcon's or something along those lines. It hadn't come up yet so she didn't know how they'd handle it. Though they'd work out something. They always did. He was talking about flying the twins out to visit him at one the places he consulted at. Max seemed interested, but Celina was slower to agree.

Publicly, no one knew about her and Falcon. Though there were rumors that someone had caught her on the rebound. Helped along by the fact that the 'official' dates for their divorce had been doctored somewhat. A benefit for having a lawyer who was also a close friend. Laz had drafted it up, jotted the dates down, and then claimed to have misplaced it when he sent it off. That was their story and they was sticking to it.

Once she gave birth, then it would probably become more obvious just who the father was. Well, depending on if it had Falcon's somewhat unique coloring. That was a problem they'd already started talking about. Both of them seeking some advice from his friends, who were a lovely bunch, about how to handle it. The general consensus being that they shouldn't worry too much. If they were, then getting married might not be the worst idea. Though they had a good laugh when Falcon nearly blue screened at the idea.

"Well," Tyler's voice called out, "Are we ready now?" he lifted his brow as Kookie hopped into the seat, Max holding a paper plate. Both giving him the thumbs up. "Then... let us begin!" he growled menacingly as he tapped the play button.

At which point Abba began to blast over his speaker. "Don't worry," Falcon chuffed a laugh as Tyler hurriedly changed playlists, "That happens to every DM."