But there were more important things to worry about. There always were. Even the most ordinary trip to the dentist could bring calamity. Yam stood, her ears ringing, and looked from side to side.

Where was Luna?

Her fellow Operator had been with her through thick and thin, through sickness and health. She'd supported a fledgling Yam through her first tentative steps into the wide world that was her identity, and also stuck her fingers in her mouth in a sexy way unrelated to the dentist visit. But they had lost each other in the heat of combat, and worry seized Yam's heart that they would never be able to see each other again.

She struggled within the jaws of life - so fitting, that she be taken in the mouth of another like she had allowed Luna to stick her fingers in her mouth - and pried herself free, ignoring the calls of the fire department.

Luna! Luna, where are you?" Her voice was choked with emotion as she called out.

The dentist is, like, the least erotic thing ever. She could hear Olta Mmefru's disparaging voice in her head. Maybe Olta was right, after all. Maybe it wasn't meant to be.

"The least erotic thing ever..." She whispered to herself, before she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Maybe," said Saint, jerking one thumb over her shoulder, "You just need a sexier dentist."

Standing amidst the wreckage was Luna herself, one felid ear flicking. Yam felt a smile break out on her face, as the sun through Londinium's ever-present clouds.

And then they made out. And Terra had never seen a moment more yuriful.

"This has truly been a Pastels in Smoke," said Mandragora, five star caster and confirmed to be alive.