Layla crossed her arms, still wearing that half-smirk of amused disbelief. "So your brother's a scout. Huh. Then wouldn't it be nice if he, I don't know… scouted us too?"
Jasmine leaned in with mock offense. "Right? Maybe we didn't catch his eye. You'd think after all the back-breaking, face-blasting, monster-slaying we've done, we'd get some praise."
Irina didn't say anything, but the slight glance she gave Sylvie was enough to say well?
Sylvie blinked, then shook her head quickly. "He only called me yesterday," she said. "Apparently, he hadn't watched any of our dungeon runs until today."
Layla raised an eyebrow. "So this was the first one he saw?"
Sylvie nodded. "Yeah. I didn't even know he was watching until the communicator buzzed."
Jasmine let out a dramatic sigh. "Unbelievable. We've been putting on our best performances all week and the man missed them?"
Sylvie smiled slightly, then looked at them—serious this time. "He's waiting for my call. Can he come?"
