Holy cow…where did she learn that? The shift in tactics puts you on the defensive and you get a taste of your own medicine as you’re forced to adjust your pants while following her down the hall. You step into the kitchen wearing your partner’s revenge in the form of a creeping redness in your cheeks. Bow and Windy are both wrapping up their respective tasks, filling the table with a hearty breakfast in an organized manner that told you they were no strangers to working around one another.