Karla knocked on the door, ice cream in hand, bowls and spoons conveniently vanished away. After all, she reasoned with herself, it was stupid to avoid anyone over things done while she was an Arcerian kitten. Just dumb. And it was only nice to welcome a friend to the best floor there was.

"Kiss kiss," she called, in case they didn't know who it was. Which was possible, with her shields cranked up to maximum.