<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The smile she had on her face was certainly the most honest one she'd had all day...<br/><br/>"Sooo... who wants to cut the cake? I uh... am not good with utensils..." Chica says with a chuckle. "...unless we have adamantine-or-better utensils? I uh, tend to break things if you recall..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Johny Rocket raised his hand. "I'll be more than happy!"<br/><br/>"Sure, I'm okay with that," Bowman added. Other League members added to their approval whether by speech or a nod.<br/><br/>Daedalus spoke up. "Well it looks like you have first-"<br/><br/>There was a momentary red blur streaking outside the room, back again, and then around the cake. The motion stopped with the speedster appearing solid again, fading colors trailing behind him like a smudged painting. The cake was already cut in ten equally-sized slices on ten plates, one for each member of the League proper.<br/><br/>"-crack at it," Daedalus continued.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that," Johnny said with a sheepish grin. "Temporarily forgot my 3 second rule, you all seemed so eager to start!"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Hitting the Showers</strong></span></span></div><br/>Lady Liberty was a bit surprised, but returned the hug. "Aha, you're quite happy today I can tell!" she responded, blushing a bit.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"...you've been doing more calisthenics and swimming haven't you?" she asked, nodding her head approvingly. "Not bulky, plenty of mobility. You're both looking fantastic as always!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Star Knight smiled a bit. "It's one of the few off-duty sports which is ideal for three-dimensional movement and doesn't require flying around in a plane or suit," she responded, giving back a kiss on the cheek. "If I'm borrowing a Pegasus or on Star Knight duty I might as well be on the clock."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hola Cass!" Chica called out as they stepped into the showers (though honestly she wished they had baths... she liked baths, quite a bit). "Is this how you shower? Playing with the water?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I can cover more surface area on my body with less water," Siren replied with a bit of a haughty tone. "You'd be surprised at how much water we let spill out uselessly."<br/><br/>"Even when bathing you're your own green energy spokeswoman," Star Knight added as she took a stall.<br/><br/>"Just common sense," she added. "I can manipulate anyone else's as well if you want."<br/><br/>"If you're so conscientious you should make the same offer in the men's shower room, heehee."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ay, just realized I don't have any soap or shampoo; I don't have a locker up here yet," Chica says as she very, VERY gently uses her index finger to try and turn the valve and thus the shower... it was a slow process. "Anyone wanna let me borrow some soap and shampoo?"<br/><br/>"Of course, you might have to lather me up yourself, you know, if you don't want me to accidentally destroy the bottle or bar or whatever," she said, before doing a lewd sort of wiggle of her hips, namely in the direction of Lady Liberty (the girl was adorable, as she previously noted).</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh right!" Lady Liberty added. "I don't think we replaced everything here for y-you!"<br/><br/>With a mix of genuine concern and arousal, Lady Liberty moved over to 'help' Chica. It was clear that the newcomer's flirtation was having an effect, for the formerly flag-draped Leaguer was sporting an erection in spite of herself.<br/><br/>"You know, when the last Johnny Rocket joined the League in the Silver Age, their mansion had huge streaks of torn-up fabric everywhere. This was before Daedalus invented the friction-proof suit-boots and all.”<br/><br/>Pouring some shampoo in her hands, she lathered up Chica’s hair, as well as her own.<br/><br/>“You’d be surprised at the things you’d read in the Freedom Archives. There’s enough to occupy weeks worth of reading besides the more obvious battles and rescue work.”<br/><br/>If Chica looked around, the other ladies weren't paying them much mind; two people sharing a stall was apparently not anything to be concerned about in the Lighthouse. Or at least naive enough to interpret her offer matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>Lady Liberty's hands then moved down to Chica's shoulders, switching from shampoo to soap. "So umm, just let me know if you feel-awkward," she added with a bit of a stammer. "Daedalus ordered some neutronium cleaning compounds from the Lor Republic, but they seem to be running a bit late. You should be able to shower-er, normally once they come!"<br/><br/>"It's the Star Khan," Star Knight added, overhearing the conversation. "The shifting of galactic borders means all the trade ships have to adjust their routes. To avoid tariffs if nothing else."<br/><br/>Unless she was directed otherwise, Lady Liberty used the soap bar only to lather up her hands and then apply the solution directly to Chica's body rather than running the bar itself over her. She shyly did her back and around her breasts, not touching them directly if only out of initial courtesy.<br/><br/>"I um, I hope this isn't too weird for you," she whispered, still standing at least far enough away from Chica that her front (and more importantly her erection) wasn't pressing up against her, but still close enough to reach her with her arms.