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[[Patty, Trish, and Dexter approach the table where Ki and Chris are seated. The annoyance on the incoming trio's faces is obvious.]]
Ki: [Concerned] Uh, oh... more "scheduling conflicts"?
Trish: D-don't ask.
Patty: [To Trish] Don't bother.
Dexter: [To the women] Don't start.

[[The trio take their seats opposite Ki and Chris.]]
Ki: Look, I don't know what's going on, but if any of you need to talk...
Patty: [Softening while casting an uncertain glace toward Trish] It's nothing you can help with, Ki. We'll work this out.
Trish: [Also softening] E-eventually.

Chris: [Trying to be helpful] Maybe you three just need a good distraction. Something that will take your minds off things. You know, to take a break from the "logistical issues"...?
[[Patty and Trish share another glance.]]

[[From out of nowhere, Fooker steps into frame behind Patty, Trish, and Dex.]]
Fooker: [With enthusiasm] Hey-oh, peeps! Who's up for a secret mission in uncharted space?
[[Dex cocks a suspicious eyebrow while Trish seems confused.]]
Patty: [Scowling] Don't kill my buzz, Lightyear.