#four.

Yes, you should have asked before entering. But more importantly, he’s been given more than a stern talking to about keeping his physical activities to an absolute minimum. 

Training is one-hundred percent off the table.

Your lips purse, levelling the male at your back with a glare mixed between irritation and disapproval. It’s always the same with those three, rushing the healing process before they’re fully recovered. On more than a few occasions the dedication to their discipline has set them back further than if they’d simply remained inactive and patient. 

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Shadowsinger, but you’ve been told in no uncertain terms that you’re on mandatory leave until further notice.” It’s an effort not to snap at him. How many times does this have to happen before they learn to listen? 

Azriel raises a brow, arms folded across his chest nonchalantly, and you shift your jaw in frustration, stepping aside to remind him of the state of his room. 

The door swings open, and hazel eyes sweep across the training equipment. A furrow is between his brows when his attention returns to you, which—it’s a lot, from Azriel. You brace for whatever argument he’s currently brewing up in favour of making an exception for whatever practices he’s been secretly persisting with. 

“I’m not even allowed to fuck?” He asks, flatly.

You blink, eyes hurriedly flicking between him, the training equipment, and back to him. But—no. That’s definitely for training. There are weights in the corner—he’s not fooling you. 

“Azriel,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, walking further into his room to stand beside the rack. “I’m not stupid. This is for your own sake, and a direct order from your High Lord. Please just take it easy for once?” 

“The order was—” Azriel drawls, following you across the floor, pausing less than a foot away— “no training; no physical exertion. A sex ban was not included.” 

“You’re going to look me in the eyes and tell me these are for sex?” You reply. “They’re weights. For lifting. Don’t even get me started on those,” you say, dryly, nodding to the rings and bars attached to the ceiling, clearly used for pull-ups. 

Hazel eyes don’t even glance at the bars. “You think those have decent grip? They’re not made to be held on to.” He raises a brow, tilting his head in the direction of the leather bands, “but indulge me: what are those for?” 

You roll your eyes, exhausted. “Some kind of resistance training?” 

“Sure. You sound like you know exactly what you’re talking about.” 

“It doesn’t matter what they do, they’re clearly for—” you gesture aimlessly with your hands— “physical exercise. Which you’re not permitted to do.” 

Instead of arguing, Azriel sighs, reaching for something behind the rack then walking over to the bands hanging from the ceiling. His back and wings block your vision, but the sound of metal clicking greets your ears and you almost groan. If he tries to prove it’s not exercise by doing the exercise, you might lose it. 

The Spymaster looks at you over his shoulder. “Over here.” 

You roll your eyes, but obey. At least he’s not insisting on doing it himself. 

“Arms out,” he says. He seems to be expecting you to fully commit to the demonstration. 

“Azriel.” You take in a long, deep breath. “Is this really necessary? You’re behaving…”

He steps behind you, and you yelp as shadows roughly tug your wrists through two holes cut into this new leather piece he’s clipped to the bands. Removed from the chest is a stretched horizontal oval, perfectly settling around your breasts, and a slight heat warms the tops of your ears. It’s nice the gear is inclusive, but does it have to be cut so…flatteringly? 

At your back, Azriel tugs the leather tight around your torso, bracing one hand between your shoulders while the other pulls on the ties, tightening the straps until they’re comfortably flush to your body. 

“Azriel, what is this?” You ask, glancing up to where the harness is attached to the bar in the ceiling. “If you’re expecting me to go along and actually do whatever exercise you’re clearly expecting me to try…”

“I’m showing you the opposite, actually,” Azriel mumbles somewhere from behind you. “You really looked at these and thought they’re designed for movement?” As he says it a second bit of leather is wrapped around your hips, shadows looping more bands around your thighs as more metal is clicked into place, straps tightened to be snug around your upper legs.

“I said resistance training, didn’t I?” You retort grumpily, making to turn and glare at him but a large hand on your hip holds you in place. “Though I’ll admit I can’t fathom how you’re supposed to work these things.”

“You’re not supposed to be the one working.”

“So you are the one doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“The physical activity,” you snap, glaring a hole in his head as he walks around to your front, apparently finished with whatever bonds he was fastening before.

“Uh-huh. Hold still. I’m going to tighten them.”

“Tighten them? Tighten wh- fucker!”

You scream as he tightens the leather bands that are attaching the harness around your hips to the ceiling, abruptly careening forward. The bastard had anticipated it, and you grab onto the arm he has offered, nails clawing at his forearm as your feet are lifted off of the ground.

“You’re- Fuck you, Az,” you mutter, holding onto him for dear life now you’re in danger of being dropped from mid air. “What is this? Some kind of core work out? This is ridiculous.”

“I told you. It’s for fucking.”

“How the hell are you supposed to fuck like this? You’re halfway horizontal and can hardly move.”

“You’re not the one who would be doing the fucking,” Azriel comments dryly.

Oh.

He was telling the truth.

“Well-…” you fumble, busying your mind with trying to get a better grip on the arm he’s offering, clinging on tight to minimise the swaying. “…This still seems like it’d require you to be pretty active.”

“Cauldron, just admit you jumped to conclusions.”

“My ‘conclusions’ were correct.”

“Were they?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

Your brows furrow, but then he makes to pull away and you panic, digging in your nails as you clutch on to him tight. “Azriel, don’t you dare.”

“Can you admit you were wrong?”

“I wasn’t wrong.”

“Then enjoy your peaceful rest in those suspensions. Mother knows you could use it.”

“Azriel.”

“Mhmm?”

You try to glare at him—and maybe dig your nails into his skin a little harder—but he just raises his brows expectantly, a small curve to his lips.

“How dare you laugh,” you mutter.

“Please. You look like a cat above water.”

You scowl. “If you insist on continuing with your bedroom activities can you at least keep them to the bed? Not halfway from it stood upright.”

“Can you admit you were wrong?” He repeats.

A sullen line works its way into your lips.

A huff of laughter comes from somewhere above you, then he’s settling to a crouch, coming closer to your level. You fumble, hands anxiously grabbing at him until they’re settling semi-securely atop the broad width of his shoulders. Amused, hazel eyes meet your own, and you stubbornly purse your lips.

“I was telling the truth,” Azriel tells you, humour glinting in his gaze.

Your jaw shifts, eyes flitting about his room. “You’ve never listened before. Can you blame me for not believing you?”

“Is that your attempt at an admission? It’s piss poor.”

“Forgive me for trying to do my damn job Azriel. It’s not easy having to manage three fucking Illyrians who all think they know best.”

“You’re really convincing me with this,” Azriel drawls.

“Well it’s actually pretty comfortable here. If I had a pillow it wouldn’t be half bad, so you won’t be getting an apology from me anytime soon.”

“That so?”

“It’s so.”

“You’re exhausting.” There’s something fond in his expression.

“Maybe next time you should try having a conversation with me instead of sneaking off to do exercises,” you mutter.

“‘Exercises’.”

“Shut up. Get me down from here.”

Azriel smirks, and your scowl deepens. “Do you think you’re funny? Because you’re not.”

“I’m not laughing at myself,” he replies, pointedly, bringing heat to your cheeks. “You’re an ass.”

“You called me a fucker earlier.”

“That too.”

“Hm. First correct thing you’ve said.”

“You’re going to be so miserable if you ever get put under my care,” you snap.

“Now you’re flirting?”

“That wasn’t flirting!”

“Mhmm?”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re blushing.”

“That’s the blood going to my head from being suspended at this angle,” you retort.

Azriel watches you quietly, and you gingerly shift your hands.

After a while, you break the silence. “…Can you get me down now? My arms are hurting.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he chuckles, but sure enough shadows dart to the straps holding you aloft, easing their tension until your feet are back on the floor.

As soon as the harnesses are undone and removed, you’re hastily stepping away, keeping a healthy distance from the bonds. Though a part of you misses the weightless feeling—that had been nice at least.

Azriel unclips the leather from the hanging bands, returning them to their places behind the weight rack.

You shift on your feet. “I’m still concerned you’re overexerting yourself, Az.” The Shadowsinger shoots you a look over his shoulder, and you glare back at him for not waiting until you’re finished. “That being said, I’m glad it’s not…” you trail off.

He cocks a brow, waiting patiently with that knowing glint in his eyes.

The urge to scowl nearly creases your skin, but you resist, sighing. “At least you’re healthy, and not bleeding out on a battlefield somewhere.”

Azriel’s lips curve, and he shakes his head faintly. “At least you can almost admit you were wrong,” he muses, a gleam in his eyes. “It’s good enough for now.”

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a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to the start of the podcast.

yasmin: she leaned in, clinking her glass with both of them. “to us! and to a yappy new year!” yasmin cheesed before taking a sip. “hey guys, welcome back! you already know it’s your favorite host, the biggest host— yasmin ali. and i’m here with the sexiest cohosts alive. first episode of the year, so you know we gotta start off on the right foot. how y’all feel about the new year so far?”

chantal: “honestly, it feels like a fresh start. time to start new, i know that’s a little cliche but last year wasn’t the best so i’m ready for a reset. i’m enthusiastic for a new year, ready to change habits hopefully to excel. i can’t wait for a new year to happen with the yapstars. we’re coming full force for sure. what about y’all?”

tiara: nodding her head she rocked side to side, listening to the two of them go back and forth she waved her off until she started the introduction. tiara waited for her turn, as chantal finished she waved at the camera and held the puppy up in her arms. "hii! we're back and we have my little phew here. i'm so excited for the new year and i'm happy to start everything over, kinda. i'm just happy to be bringing it in with my girls. they are my favorite girlies! i love them and i'm happy we're growing this platform and also growing as friends." tiara said while smiling at them she then looked at the camera. "but let's dig into the topics. cause i feel like a lot of us have a lot to say, yall know we never shut up. i never seen girls who like to yap as much as us."

yasmin: yasmin waited for the girls to get their introductions out, smiling before speaking up. “yes! yapstars coming harder than ever this year, thank you to all of our subs. we’re coming with merch, maybe to a city near you— the sky’s the limit. the girls who yap as much as us are listening along, duhh. this is where they feel seen. we love y’all.” she said, blowing a kiss into the camera. “before we get into our thingsss, look at how cute we look guys. it’s a yapstar slumber party.” rising to her feet, she did a slow twirl, showing off her agent provocateur leopard pj set before taking a seat and flipping her hair. “okay, back to business. sooo, do y’all have any goals for the new year? like what business are we handling in 2026?”

chantal: reaching over to grab one of biscotti’s paws she made him wave and chuckled. “say hi grandma.” smiling she waited for them to answer before she showed off her pajamas, flicking her wrist to show the fluffy part she thought about the question. “oh! um..” she said stopping to get her words together. “bigger, better, badder. that’s my goals for the year. everything bigger better and badder. more gym, more work and becoming better. i definitely want to pursue my business more. like i’m definitely gonna push out and make more content. actually get myself together, i want to be like half content creator half baker. if that makes sense? i also want to spend more time with y’all, go out and have fun. or even stay in and have fun. if y’all stop randomly leaving the state and country…” she cleared her throat and tried not to snicker. “i also wanna try and make new friends! but yall see how that’s went so we’ll see.”

tiara: tiara picked up her glass, taking a sip of the wine she nodded her head as she showed off her pajamas too. "a perfect way to bring in the new year." she said while smiling at the girls. she listened to each of their goals, frowning at the mention of the gym she shrugged. "that actually sounds real as fuck. nah, i agree. i don't really want to get into content but i do want to be more visible on social media. i really am just tucked away." she said while laughing softly. "i'll go to a couple workout classes but the gym seen me a lot last year. i have a couple of personal goals for the new year, i wanna make sure i hit my monthly money target for sure. i also kinda wanna shop less newer brands and build up my wardrobe for my future daughter. she needs to stay fly, i wanna buy a new car and get a bigger crib. so i gotta lock in for all those goals." she said while smiling. "who randomly leaves the state or country?! can't be me. make new friends? i'm not gonna lie. i've tried but it never sticks. i feel if it's natural i'll accept it but some people aren't just my cup of tea. plus, the friend drama fallouts be so ghetto on the timeline."

yasmin: yasmin held her glass up, sipping every so often as she listened. “bigger, better and badder— i love that! i think content creator is right up your alley too, especially with the way there’s a new dessert trend every few months.” she replied to chantal before tiara spoke up. “wait a damn minute. daughter? please slow down.. but damn, you got a lot of things planned, that sounds good. making friends in la is always hard, like people are kinda weird, yes. and that forced fallout on the timeline is just sooo played.” she explained, shaking her head. “like girls just be on the edge of their seat, ready to beef over bullshit and i’ve had my fair share of that but also.. people are kinda boring. like, it’s hard. i’m open to making new friends, but definitely wanna spend more time with my girlsss. so, that’s definitely one of my goals, too.” she expressed before answering the question for herself. “my goals, for yapstars specifically, is to become a solidified brand and a staple podcast. i feel like we could really take this shit far. so, that means being more consistent, getting episodes and content and product out there, switching things up, meeting our listeners. and i do wanna have guests on here, so i wanna get that rolling. like it’s a lot i wanna accomplish so i’m ready and i hope y’all are too.” she smiled as she spoke into the microphone before shifting the topic. “so now that we started the year off on a positive note, can we finally start hating? what’s one thing y’all hate about new years culture?”

a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to a different scene with just yasmin.

yasmin: “okay y’all, before we get back into the yap, we gotta pay a little bill real quick.” she said, leaning toward the mic with a smile. “this episode is sponsored by my lola— or just lola, because we’re on a first name basis now.” she settled back into her seat as she continued, “lola is a female-founded brand that makes clean, organic cotton period and sexual wellness products— no fragrances, no dyes, no mystery ingredients, just stuff that’s actually good for your body. they’re super transparent and customizable too, so you can build a subscription that fits your cycle, not anyone else’s, because periods already do enough.” she shook her head before pointing at the camera. “check out my lola and see what the hype is about. trust me. now— back to the regularly scheduled yap.”

a loud BLEEP is heard before the recording cuts to back to the podcast.

chantal: “the forced fallouts, the fake shade it’s all a mess… like. y’all just reminded me why i don’t want no more friends than the ones i have. mhm.” she said softly, nodding her head as a small smile came across her face. her brow raised hearing tiara speak on a child. “i didn’t think we were family planning yet, but that’s cute. next time i go into some archives or vintage i’ll pick you up a little cute something.” she said before she twisted her lips, thinking on the things she heard yasmin say she nodded, listening continuously she chuckled at her switching the topic, smacking her lips she playfully rolled her eyes. “hating for the new year is crazy.” she spoke in a joking manner before she went to answer. “i hate people who act like just because another year came, they’re this whole new person… like get it together. it’s literally just a new day. you’re still a horrible person.” she said into the mic before she sat back to take a sip of wine. “i hate all the fake gym goers too. i don’t mind y’all being in the gym, i always say health is wealth but do not go in there starting january and be out by february. let me see yall actually put in work. umm, i hate also the stigma around the new year. like how people think somehow their past is erased for the last year… we still remember.” she smacked her lips again and sat back to take another sip of wine.

tiara: "why can't i mention my future daughter? thank you, chantal you're real and you know what i like. that's important too, not anytime soon but yup!" she said while smiling as she continued to pet the puppy in her lap as he closed his eyes. "no, that's so real. but, it's like either they cool in the beginning and turn weird or they just start off on timing. i don't know about yall but i don't want anybody being nice nasty with me when i don't know them, like i don't do messy shit so that's not something i want. i feel like people are boring and they do have the same conversations over and over again. but if you say that, guess you're a hater." she said while shrugging. tiara listened to her goals, nodding. "i agree," she said while smiling at her. laughing she rolled her eyes. "man! that's so true the new year and everyone think it's a new leaf. you could literally start over any time and any day of the year. i think unless they show a big difference then.." tiara tapped her chin while looking at them. "i hate when people want to just jump into a new start without any work, completely going cold turkey like what? you can't just shake those habits off. plus, what about how you really be living? i think people who just do stuff like that are good at telling lies and i don't want that around me. i also hate how everyone tries to shame people for not starting over in the new year, like you'll see so many videos of people saying get it together. but what if you enjoy how you are? i love myself and i don't have any big changes to myself, just a few goals i wanna reach. they act like everyone gotta be on chapter one."

yasmin: “don’t let us discourage you, though! annoying and played out— yes. but there are some gems. i just be tired of digging.” she admitted, mumbling the last part as she looked at the camera. “no babies in our mid twenties please, if that makes me fake— then i don’t wanna be real! nice nasty as in playful nice nasty?” she asked for clarification. “see, now i don’t know about that. cause yeah, come correct but i love me a lil’ ki, i don’t know. i like getting past that barrier and feeling comfortable with my homegirls. but i see how it could be left field, especially for a new friendship.” she replied before listening to their responses, nodding her head and adlibbing as she agreed. “i do hate the fake gym goers, like you could start going to the gym october 10th, i promise you, you don’t have to wait ‘til next year. but is this a safe space…? cause i did try to do a thing and start a diet this new year. am i the pot shitting on the kettle?” she twisted her lips to the side, scratching her head. “yeah, just because people wanna live in reality and act the same way they did on december 31st on january 1st, doesn’t make them any less ambitious or lazy. it’s just performative as hell. who are y’all trying to be the best superhuman for? drake told y’all they don’t have no awards for that!” yasmin said, chuckling as she shook her head. “everybody saying things they’re no longer tolerating in the new year, or how they’re moving different in the new year— like the memes, the tweets, the ig story shade. like ‘yeah, and we not dealing with broke niggas in 2026’ or ‘we leaving toxic friendships in 2025, not playing that this year’.” yasmin deadpanned to the camera, tilting her head. “why were you even dealing with that last year? you telling me your ex was broke, ain’t pay for nothing, y’all went on no dates and it took january 1st for you to realize that that’s not the type of niggas you should entertain? when you could’ve stopped it on august 3rd when he didn’t get you anything for your birthday?” her eyes wandered around the room before she shook her head. “i just be confused, that’s all. but, speaking of.. what are some things y’all are leaving in 2025?” she chuckled heartily at the 360. “okay, but this could go for anything— trends, songs, clothing items, brands.. anything.”

chantal: “seee, i don’t know t. cause i’m dead a cold turkey kinda gal. it makes it easier. no loss. i start new. not personality wise but habits? yeah. it’s easier that way. i do hate the new year shame, but… yas you are kettle. is that shame?” she chuckled and listened to the women go back and forth. nodding her head she chuckled. “they just be talking honestly. i swear. because by february they back to the old things they said they were leaving in 202… whatever.” smacking her lips she chuckled and blinked slowly as she shook her head. “i— i almost said something crazy, i’m leaving weirdos, drake hate, big chicken wings, bad clients, overspending, mindless spending, bad excuses, low effort and matching people’s petty in 2025 for sure. brands? i don’t know… that’s hard… cause i could say i’m leaving them in 2025 and then they come out with a banger or i see something in the archives…”

tiara: "i'm waiting until i'm 30, but i wanna have my girl stuff ready for sure. i'm just saying." she said while looking at her. "are you really a cold turkey girl? i think cold turkey doesn't even really work if you fall back into old habits, staying strong for a couple of weeks is nothing." she said looking at chantal. "i feel like if it's a new friendship, you're letting them play too much on you and that's how you end up in situations. cause you think you're having a ki with a new friend whole time you're the ki." she said while shrugging her shoulders. listening to them talk about the gym she shrugged her shoulders. "i mean, usually they die out within the first two months." she said while looking between them. "i think it depends, cause the holidays did just pass so it's like. maybe that's why everyone uses the new year as a fresh start cause of the holidays and everyone is all over the place." she said while looking at them she laughed. "people deal with stuff because they don't know any better, once you're in that hole i guess it's hard to get out and the new year gives them a reason. i don't think people are brave enough to wake up randomly and decide they aren't fucking with somebody or something doesn't fulfill them." she explained. tiara thought for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "i don't think people actually hate drake." she teased. "but nah, i'm leaving procrastination, negative energy and eye rolling in 2025. i'm also leaving the trying everything from tiktok, some shit is not good! stop putting cheese in a sweet potato. i'm leaving also pricey ass, drama on tiktok and trench music. what are you leaving behind?"

yasmin: “whole time you’re the ki is a kiii. damn, you can’t even live laugh love with a new friend nowadays, you might be the one getting laughed at. ain’t that sad, y’all?” she asked rhetorically, to no one in particular. yasmin scratched her head and then reached for a cheese and cracker to munch on. “i feel like it’s only okay when i do it, i don’t know.” she mumbled to the microphone. as she chewed her cracker, she listened to both of the girls. “nah, i get why people do the fresh start thing but at a certain age, you gotta realize it’s just another day. and you shouldn’t be waiting ‘til tomorrow to get started on work that was due today. all i’m saying.” yasmin concluded, throwing a hand up. she chuckled listening to chantal’s list. “weirdos should’ve been left, so i need you on your zoom this year. weeding them out. but i’m with you on low effort. i left that in 2024, and life’s been good since.” she said, slowly nodding her head. “nah, people was drake hating like crazy last year and the year before, it’s been nasty out here.” she agreed, taking a sip from her glass. “eye rolling…? y’all leaving behind things that ain’t never been left behind before. wait, did you try the cheese potato thing? cause it looked good, but i know tiktok gasses everything.” she shook her head at the thought. “i’m lowkey on the same wavelength with drama on tiktok, but like pointless discourse in general, that’s the main thing i wanna leave in 2025. let’s stop making dumb things so controversial, enough with the think pieces and let’s talk about stuff that actually matters. what happened to meaningful yap..? like the plot has been so lost.” she sighed, sitting back in her seat as she got comfortable. “and those big flashlight looking vapes— those are just scary.”

chantal: “yeah. that’s also the biggest problem. oh y’all adding to my fear list.” she said, gesturing as if she was actually writing something then she chuckled. “i don’t know… tiktok put me on to a lot of good last year. made my life easier. i might need that to stay in 2026.” clearing her throat she sat back and listened between the two ladies, taking a piece of cheese she sighed softly agreeing on yasmin’s weirdo comment she chuckled. “drake hate is fake, but the people swear. i’m not leaving eye rolling. i need people to know i’m disgusted, annoyed, all of that.” she twisted her lips thinking as she raised her brow. “okay so what’s meaningful yap to you? what do you think needs to be talked about more in 2026?”

tiara: "just my opinion, i guess." she said while smiling, glancing down at the puppy as he stretched out she reached for a cracker giving him one as she listened to them talk. "cause i have a bad habit of rolling my eyes so!" she said while rolling her eyes, she leaned back comfortably. "yeah, the think pieces are annoying. you show your sock now it's 30 videos of how you should wear a sock." she said while laughing softly. "are you addicted to the tok? they have gems but some trends are tired over there," she said. "meaningful yap is a good one. i think we need to talk more about self growth but not the kind where people say buy my ebook. they will sell an ebook on how to wash or spray perfume like please. i don't know, the world needs more self starters."

yasmin: “don’t get me wrong, tiktok is a lifesaver, and still is the spot.. but imagine you open up the app, ready for a good time and then it’s five videos back to back talking about a man claiming girls tried to finesse him out of fifty seven dollars at the club.” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically at the thought. “i’m with chantal on the eye rolling, don’t let them people convince you your eyes will get stuck. they lying.” she said, wagging her finger at fists. “i’m not addicted to tiktok, but i was at a point. meaningful yap is… like when reesa teesa came online and told us what legion put her through. like those forty parts meant something. make yap meaningful again. myma..” she tested how it sounded out loud, before twisting her lips to the side. “needs a lil’ work. but anyways! if you made it this far, you were just tuned into the most meaningful yap on the net right now, as we speak. please drop in the comments something that you’re leaving 2025! is it new year, new you? can your hoefax be erased? let us know! thank you so much for listening and hopefully subscribing. i wanna thank the sexiest co-hosts alive before we close out. is there anything you wanna send our yappers off into the new year with?”

chantal: “so if it’s a bad habit for you just say you want to work on bad habits, cause we roll eyes over here.” she said with a soft laugh as she shook her head thinking about it. “wait… let’s keep telling a story short and sweet in 2026 too. cause i still never heard the whole story about reesa teesa. i just watched summary toks. myma does not work.. stop tryna make fetch happen.” she commented before she thought on the final question. “get money and know yourself so no one can ever make you question yourself.” she said speaking as she pointed at the camera. “that’s the best way to start off the new year.”

tiara: "well, that's why all our eyes gon be stuck together." tiara said while smiling. "you don't have a good attention span, just gotta turn it on while you're doing something. we gon keep listening to yap tho." tiara added as she waited for them both to say their last couple of things before she waved at the camera. "i just wanna say, stay true and real to yourself. don't let anything or anybody get you outta body. keep it cute! and keep listening to us, thank ya! happy new year!"

yasmin: "how you couldn't tune into reesa teesa's story, but doing podcasting..? yo, this girl." she chuckled, shaking her head. but immediately cut her eyes in chantal's direction once she dismissed her phrase, rolling her eyes. she waited for the girls to speak before speaking up. "ugh, perfectly said. these some strong messages to live by, i hope y'all writing that down. we got a very special episode coming up, so stay tuned for that. other than that, let's get this year started on the right foot. i’m yasmin ali, and thank you for listening!"