245 Lexi came back to the apartment on Sunday afternoon. Thanks to the magic of Bromelimas, and the fact that Kon was undeniably alive and well, he wasn’t in a bad mood. He was insufferable about having completed all of his homework while Haoyu and Alden were moaning about theirs, and later that evening, while they were decorating the tree, he did grill Alden on what had happened. But it seemed like he was more worried Kon might have embarrassed himself than been endangered. Considering the pictures and videos Kon had been sharing with friends since he got back, that made sense. Talking to a sweecha, dancing along with the sand images at the train station, and trying every beverage he could think of in his new cup—he looked like someone whose biggest problem was going to be his body’s inability to handle the amount of liquid he was pouring into it. (...)