"Sure. I would like that." Zaeryn nodded, "Just let me know when, I'll go with you."
"By the way, Zaeryn," Ysmeine said, her attention shifting from the simmering pan on the stove. "You haven't told us how the meeting with your professor went."
Zaeryn pulled away from Marceline's embrace, his playful mood evaporating as his gaze locked with Ysmeine's. "Well… It was a trap."
The three simple words shifted the atmosphere in the room instantly.
Marceline's teasing smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, maternal concern. She took his hand, her grip tight. "What do you mean, 'a trap'?" she asked, her voice losing its sultry edge.
"Honey, your professor… Did she set you up?" Ysmeine's voice was tight with suspicion.
Just as Zaeryn started to shake his head, Aeris and Ravena walked into the kitchen, drawn by the sudden tension. "What happened? We saw Kayla storming out of here, " Ravena asked, her eyes immediately finding Zaeryn.
