Emma rolled over onto her stomach, kicking her feet lazily in the air. "Mia, you fought a possessed temple barefoot last week and then patched up Zane's circuits with a toothpick and bubblegum."
"That was relaxing!" Mia huffed, wrapping her towel tighter around her shoulders like a cape. "It's soothing watching ghosts explode when you hit them with compressed wind."
Amy, eyes half-lidded as Maple tugged a braid into place, mumbled, "You also haven't slept more than four hours in, like, three weeks."
"I've napped on rooftops."
"That's not sleeping," Maple said, "that's lurking."
Mia scoffed and dropped onto the couch with a dramatic whump, her towel cape flaring out. "Okay, okay! So I'm not great at this whole 'self-care' thing. But I don't see how wearing matching pajamas and painting our toenails helps with any of it."
Emma smirked and held up a glittery bottle. "Because this is called 'Peach Vortex.' You love wind. It's like we're spiritually aligned."
"I swear, if you paint a tornado on my toe again—"
"You liked it last time!"
"I tripped and nearly summoned a real one!"
Annie threw a pillow at Mia. "Shut up and enjoy the sleepover, Wind Gremlin."
Mia snorted, caught the pillow, and finally cracked a smile. "Fine. But if anyone tries to give me a face mask, I'm fighting it."
The girls grinned.
Maple reached into the snack pile. "So. Face masks after the movie?"
Emma beamed. "Absolutely."
Mia groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. "I regret everything."
But she didn't. Not really.
