Emily flicked her fingers at the screen, wishing it gone, and it disappeared. She tried to open her skill status page the same way, but it didn’t work. “Status: Healpats.”

That sounded like it had a lot of potential. She raised a hand and patted her head, but nothing happened. So it didn’t work on herself, which was too bad—she could use some magical healing every once in a while.

It was probably worth investing in, at least a little.

“One Skill Upgrade point to Healpats,” Emily said.

Healpats has reached Level 2!

Cooldown reduced to 540 seconds!

She considered the change. That was handy. “Another two points to Healpats.”

Healpats has reached Level 4!

Cooldown reduced to 420 seconds!

That was seven minutes between healings, and as far as she could tell, those healings were relatively weak overall. It was better than nothing. If she found some time, she could work on doing a few more quests to reduce that to something more useful, but she wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

With a sigh, Emily got up before her legs fell asleep under her, and she moved over to her sisters. She shook their shoulders and smiled as they blinked awake.

“Hey, girls,” she said.

Athena was the first to wake up. “Sis?”

“Yup,” Emily said. She pushed Athena’s hair out of her face. “You especially, we need to get you costumed up. I think we’ll be going out for a mission today, and . . . and I think it would be a good idea if we talk about it properly before heading out.”

Athena yawned, stretched her arms and legs out to push Teddy off her, then climbed to her feet. “Proper communication is key to successfully leading a Villainous life,” she said as she fumbled with her glasses.

“Something like that,” Emily agreed. She shook Teddy. “Hey, wake up, sleepy bear. You’ve been in bed for over twelve hours.”

“That’s it?” Teddy asked as she looked around blearily. “That’s not much.”

“I don’t think anyone else would agree,” Emily said. “Come on, we have to get ready, and then we’ll be grabbing a bite to eat later, all right?”

Teddy scratched at her exposed tummy, then nodded. “Yeah, all right.” She rolled over and got up as well. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Lunch, actually,” Emily said. “It’s a bit late for breakfast.”

Teddy frowned, thought about it, then nodded. “What’s for lunch?”