“Remedy,” Big Sis said.

She looked up, blinking to clear her eyes of morning crud so that she could focus on Big Sis better. She was still half asleep, her legs tangled with Cheshire’s and her head resting on Crochet’s tummy. She groaned and pushed herself up, her free hand rubbing at her face. “Wha?”

Big Sis smiled down at her, then reached out and moved a lock of hair so that it looped behind her ear. “Remedy,” she repeated. “We didn’t get you a name yesterday, what with me panicking and all. So I was thinking this morning. Remedy. Do you like it?”

“Remedy,” she repeated, trying the word on for size. It was nice. Soft, and it sounded like something good. “It’s nice enough, I guess.”

Big Sis smiled at her and Remedy had to bury her face back into Crochet’s tummy to hide her blush. “Well then, Remedy, you take care of your sisters today, okay? I have to head out to school. I’ll see you all later.”

“Mmm, bye,” she said.

Big Sis gave the back of her head a small pat and Remedy felt herself flushing even more. She looked up in time to see Big Sis leaning down. She felt Big Sis’ lips on her forehead.

“Big Sis!” Remedy screamed as she flailed into a sitting position. “Y-you can’t d-do that!” Her forehead felt like it was on fire. A nice warm fire that had her whole face going so red that every freckle stood out like tiny pinpricks.

“Wha’sit?” Cheshire said as she flopped onto her knees and started glaring around the room. “Wha’s goin’ on?” she slurred.

Big Sis laughed, even if her face was really, really red. “My mom used to do that for me when she was leaving, it just felt right.”

“W-well, well it isn’t,” Remedy said. She could hardly think straight her face was so warm.

“What’d you do?” Cheshire asked.

Crochet was using a little handkerchief to wipe her face clean. “What is going on?” she asked.

“Just saying ‘bye’ before I go to school,” Big Sis said. She placed a hand on Cheshire’s head and the girl paused. Then Big Sis planted a peck on Cheshire’s forehead with a big loud ‘muah’ sound.

Cheshire’s eyes went wide, her breathing hitched, then her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted.

Big Sis stared at the bundle that had been Cheshire. “Um.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Remedy jumped to say.

“Right,” Big Sis said. She turned to Crochet, only for the girl to get onto her knees, hands on her lap and eyes down. “Do you want a good-bye kiss too, Crochet?” Big Sis asked.

Crochet nodded a little, so Big Sis chuckled and pecked her on the head too.

At least she didn’t faint.

“Okay, I have to head out. And I need to find Pop. See you all later, okay?” Big Sis said as she got up and left.

Crochet was the first to really move. She brought one hand up and almost reluctantly touched her forehead. Then she started to giggle.

Remedy soon joined her.

***

“I want ears.”

Remedy looked away from the computer. It was an old machine, and a bit slow, and the images on the site took a long time to appear, but she was patient. “What?” she asked her bigger sister.

Cheshire placed her hands on her hips and tried to look like Big Sis when Big Sis was being serious. “I wan’ ears.” she raised one hand to point at the side of her head.

Remedy looked at Cheshire’s ears, which were still there, then turned back to the computer. The Glory Girl Official Fanclub page was done loading, even if not all of the images had worked. That still left plenty to look at. She had to fill out her form for joining the official fanclub. It required parental permission if the member was less than 13, so she would have to ask Big Sis later.

“Hey!” Cheshire said before poking Remedy in the ribs. “I was talkin’ to you.”

“And I was looking for cool pictures of Glory Girl being cool. One of these things is more important than the other.” Remedy looked away from the screen for a second. “And you already have ears.”

Cheshire rolled her eyes. “Well, duh, but I want predator ears.”

Remedy slowly rolled that thought around. “Predator ears?”

With her one fang in full display, Cheshire nodded. “Yeah. Like, a panther’s or somethin’.”

That was the stupidest thing Remedy had ever heard in the entirety of ever. Then again, she wasn’t a day old yet and was living with Cheshire, so chances were she would hear worse. “Okay,” she agreed.

“Heck yeah,” Cheshire said with a pumped fist. “Now do it.”

Remedy rolled her eyes. “I can’t just do it like that, I need biomass. Your ass is too skinny to make ears.”

Cheshire narrowed her eyes as if looking for the insult. “‘Kay, so we need to get some food, yeah?”

“Biomass is anything made of living stuff, idiot.” Remedy said. She returned to looked at Glory Girl, unable to decide if the heroine looked more cool while flying or in a proper pose on ground level.

“So, you gonna help me, or what?” Cheshire asked.

“No. Go find some, I’m busy.”

Huffing, Cheshire growled something about useless fangirls and left Remedy to her searching.

She giggled a little as she tabbed into another fan site, this one with more... candid pictures of Glory Girl. Lots of them were just Vicky at school, smiling and happy. Those were the best. Others had Panacea in them, all mopey and sad looking even though she also had a cool big sis. Glory Girl was totally awesome, but maybe she wasn’t a good Big Sis like Remedy’s Big Sis was. That had to be why Panacea was sad.

Making a note to tease the other healer about how much cooler her Big Sis was the next time they met, she nodded to herself and kept looking at more pictures.

“Wow,” came a voice from just over her shoulder.

Remedy alt-tabbed, but there was only one window opened so it did nothing. She tried pressing on X, but the slow computer took forever to close the page.

Then she had a bright idea and smacked the monitor’s power button and was rewarded with a reflection of her face on the blackened screen, red cheeks standing out like beacons.

“W-what do you want?!” she said as she turned.

Cheshire was hugging a black, overweight cat to her chest. A living cat. Crochet was also there, though she looked more concerned about the cat than anything else. “I wanted to give you this, but if you wanted to keep looking at the princess with that dopey ass expression than I won’t stop ya.”

“Glory Girl wears spats?” was all Crochet said.

“Shut up!” Remedy said. She spun the chair around to face Cheshire. “Is this the thing we’ll use to make your ears?” she asked. “We should get a bucket in case it melts.”

“Melts?” Crochet asked. “Wait, you’re going to hurt the kitty?”

“It won’t hurt at all,” Remedy dismissed. “I’ll start with the brain, so it won’t have enough of a nervous system left to feel pain.”

Crochet stared, then with a speed that Remedy didn’t expect, she snatched the cat from Cheshire’s hands and ran.

“Shit! Hey, get back here! Gimme back my ears!”

Remedy waited until they were gone, got up, and closed the door. She found a box full of papers and shoved it before the door, blocking it in place. She returned to the computer and turned the monitor back on with a smile.

She might not be a day old yet, but she was enjoying life with Big Sis and the others already.