"Thank you, everyone… and I'm really sorry," Tyler said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Looks like I went into a full rampage."
The girls lying around the pocket dimension sighed, groaned, or weakly waved their hands to show they heard him.
Mathilda stretched, yawning. "Don't worry about it. I'm too busy with the Red Skulls anyway. I'll fix the rest later." She walked off in a hurry, still half-dressed, not even noticing she had forgotten her pants.
Everyone was used to her by now, so they didn't react.
Tyler clapped his hands. "Alright. Let me make it up to you all. I'll brew some of that expensive Northern Spring Tea. It restores stamina and clears the mind."
That instantly lifted morale. Despite being exhausted, the girls cheered quietly. Northern Spring Tea was rare, expensive, and delicious. No one ever turned it down.
