Iko sighed, playing with one long blue braid of her hair, and confessed, “I feel so…useless.” It was the worst thing an android could feel, this itch to be up and doing something to help, to be of service to her family.

“Don’t worry about that,” Cinder told her. “We’re happy just to have you here with us while we strategize. Besides,” she added, “no one has as sophisticated of a fashion sense as you. We’re going to need you to help us sneak into the palace as party guests.”

Iko squealed with delight and spun around, already picturing the eccentric extravagant costumes the crew would need to have arranged. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”