Ha. You're adorable. And correct. Good night, then.

Sleep well, sorceress. Your prize money awaits.

You, too!

Sleep well.

And he awaits their alarm.

Which of course wakes Scott at one minute past midnight.

He calls Stiles first, partly as an apology for not including him more.

No answer.

He tries Sadde.

Who answers promptly. "Good morning."

"Stiles isn't answering. He's the lightest sleeper I've met. It might not be the obvious thing."

He's pretty sure it's the obvious thing.

"It's probably the obvious thing. I'll call Alistair?"

"Thanks. We really need to finish this."

"Yeah. I'll use a flight spell to get there."

She hangs up, and calls Alistair.

"Mmm?"

"Good morning, handsome! Time to go capture a Card or two."

"Right. Happy middle of the night to you too."

The sound of scrambling out of bed. 

"No plan survives contact with the enemy. How are you feeling?"

"Excited and nervous, or the other way around."

"I always say those are the best two emotions to feel in a crisis. Do you need a ride?"

"I wouldn't refuse one, especially given by my knight in shining armor."

"I'll be there soon. Try not to do anything exciting without me."

"I'll try to contain myself."

"See you there."

And Alistair hops on by.

"Hello, handsome."

Hmm.

Kiss?

Kissss!

Jump?