Byron reached out with one arm to pull Kenzie against his side, giving her a bit of a squeeze. Her head bonked against Byron’s armor.

“Thank you. Whether it works or not, I appreciate it.”

“Yep.”

“Not much of a hugger, huh?” Vista asked.

“Special moments and people, I guess,” he said.

“That’s fair,” Vista said.

Kenzie bounced a bit with her excitement as Byron ended the hug. “It didn’t really take that much. It was something I did eighty percent of the work for a while ago, while I was trying to figure out how to do it. Then I got info when Cahoot’s power worked on the Capricorn brothers in a funny way, and I scanned the data from that. Not positive on the voice, but we’ll try it out, yeah?”

“Cahoot,” I said.

“Like saying you’re in cahoots with someone! It’s Darlene. It was Chicken Little’s idea.”

“You need to stop letting him name things.”

“I thought it was okay. And Darlene sorta likes it because Chicken Little came up with it.”

“It doesn’t suit her at all.”

“But—”

“It really doesn’t,” Ashley added.

“Don’t do that to that poor girl,” Sveta said.

“But—”

“Cahoot makes me think of a guy,” Golem said.

“That’s sexist,” Kenzie said.

“And someone wearing those masks that were really common in the late nineties, where there were smiley faces, or cyrano masks, or other wacky, leering faces for masks,” Golem said.

“Absolutely,” I said.

“The Crowley Fallen wore those masks even after they fell out of style,” Rain said.

“I could see it working,” Golem said, in a tone like he’d seen how upset Kenzie was and was trying to pacify. She responded positively to it.

But no. Not ‘cahoot’.

“You have pictures of her on your phone. Show him,” I told Kenzie.

“You keep track of what she has on her phone?” Golem asked.

“No. I’m betting she has pictures of everyone on her phone.”

“Not everyone,” Kenzie said, before pulling off a glove with her teeth so she could manipulate her phone. Her mouth obstructed, she muttered around the glove, “mof eepl.”

She showed Golem a picture of Darlene.

“Oh. No. Absolutely not.”

She turned to Vista, who was already shaking her head.

In vain, she turned to Miss Militia.

“A girl that pays that much attention to costume—”

“Those are everyday clothes. She likes the kind of fashion that’s expensive and timeless, like pretty dresses you could see a girl wearing today, or twenty, or thirty, or fifty years ago.”

“Don’t call her Cahoot,” Miss Militia said. “I can’t think of a name less fitting.”

“Other options were like, Hookup, right, that—”

“No,” Vista said.

“We already vetoed that.”

“But Candy liked it and—”

Kenzie saw the heads shaking, the looks of disapproval.

“Intertwine?”

“I’m guessing that’s another Candy nickname,” Tristan said.