She’s so careful, so meticulous. Seokga watches her, admiring the way her nose wrinkles in concentration. He can’t help but remember how he and Hani had dived right into their investigation, throwing caution to the wind, ready for a whirlwind adventure. A pang of sadness strikes at his heart, but there’s a pang of something else, too.

A wanting.

Kisa scrubs at her face, stopping the recording as Hwanung says “cruise.” Her thoughts bound into Seokga’s head, but at such a speed that he can hardly follow them. They’re like race cars, bending into hairpin turns at a breakneck speed. Finally, she hands him the phone and takes Hwanung. “Send the recording to the CEO while we wait for Hajun and Somi.”

“How do I send the recording?” Seokga asks blankly, and what follows is another baby/phone swap where Kisa sends the recording and Hwanin sneezes on his brother’s shoulder. When he has his phone again, Seokga reads what Yeomra has sent back with high brows and a vast amount of irritation.

Yeomra: Maybe I’m cynical, but this isn’t enough evidence for me to descend in all my fury and accuse the crown prince of murdering his own father. Context is everything, and you were being deliberately subtle…It’s good, but I need more.

Yeomra: Was Hwanung even on the ship? I would have known if he took a trip down into my realm.

Kisa sighs, reading the text over his shoulder. “Explain that we think he sent two lackeys,” she says, and it’s even harder than usual for Seokga to tap his fingers across the screen. If they’re right, he loses Kisa. With painstaking slowness, he types out a typo-riddled explanation, and waits for Yeomra’s reply.

Yeomra: Seven hells, Seokga. Learn to text. Please. I can’t read whatever the fuck it is you tried to send over.

When Kisa giggles (sounding as if she’d attempted very hard not to), still leaning over his shoulder, Seokga thinks he might have a heart palpitation. Her hair smells like cinnamon and soap and it tickles his nose. His fingers tremble slightly as he types out a new explanation, and he hopes his bumbling, nervous thoughts aren’t finding their way into Kisa’s head. How inept he must seem in comparison to her. Seokga is halfway certain that Yoo Kisa is some sort of genius.

“You are awful at texting,” she informs him a moment later.

—actually the worst—I’ve ever—seen—

“I heard that,” he mutters and presses Send on his second attempt.

Yeomra: Slightly better. And I mean SLIGHTLY.

Yeomra: When you have solid proof of the “lackeys,” send it over to me. Until then, I’m not counting this case as closed.

Yeomra: P.S. Seokga…This cruise ends in five days. So hurry up, or your new reputation is ruined and the girl doesn’t reincarnate.