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The first time the kwamis ordered pizza for themselves was very nearly a complete shit show.
It had been Plagg's idea, or maybe Trixx's, or possibly both Plagg and Trixx's, given how the two of them got on like a house on fire and tended to feed off each other's horrible ideas. Sass wasn't entirely sure at this point, although he knew it definitely had been Plagg who'd dug out Adrien's slightly-outdated old phone, downloaded the app, and provided Adrien's credit card information from memory. He hadn't been on board with the idea at the time, especially with how much the previous Guardian had stressed the need for absolute secrecy, but his protests had fallen on deaf ears as Plagg and Trixx gleefully customized a full half dozen pizzas with an assortment of cheeses and toppings and then threw in a salad, some pasta, and a dessert pizza for good measure.
“Nah, he's oblivious,” Plagg had said when Sass brought up the minor issue of getting Adrien's permission before spending several hundred euros of his Chosen's money. “He won't even notice.”
So it was that the two troublemakers placed their order for delivery, only to pause in the middle of congratulating themselves when they realized that someone would have to answer the door.
And while that was very much something any of the kwamis present could do, it was not something that the magical restrictions Adrien and Marinette had placed on them would allow. The young Guardians were extremely lenient, giving the kwamis reasonable freedom to enjoy the comforts of their apartment and its balcony, but even they insisted on restricting their ability to reveal themselves to humans other than their holders.
Sass watched from the relative safety of one of Marinette's potted plants as Plagg and Trixx attempted to solve that problem between them. Asking either of the Guardians to get the door for them was out; both were at work and wouldn't be home for several hours. Opening the door before the delivery person got there would be unnecessarily risky and was quickly ruled out despite Plagg's willingness to Cataclysm any unwanted intruders.
“Oh, I've got it,” Plagg suddenly said, shooting up into the air. “Come with me!”
Plagg grabbed Trixx and dragged him off towards Adrien and Marinette's bedroom. Tikki sighed and followed the two of them down the hallway. “This ought to be good,” Mullo said from somewhere above Sass. Sass nodded, debating whether he was curious enough to follow them or not, but they reappeared a few moments later, carrying Chat Noir's trench coat between the three of them.
“Why am I going along with this?” Tikki grumbled.
“Because our ideas are the best, Sugarcube,” Plagg said from somewhere in vicinity of the coat's left sleeve.
Trixx zipped into the right sleeve. “How do we look?”
Mullo snickered. “Totally unconvincing. How are you going to pass yourselves off as a human without a face?”
“Mirage. Duh,” Trixx said, sounding thoroughly smug.
“And how do you plan to take the pizzas when they're delivered?” Sass asked. There was a very pregnant pause as Plagg and Trixx digested the question, then—
The bell rang.
“Shit!” Plagg startled and phased right through the coat. The side he'd been holding up collapsed, pulling Trixx down with it. Sass exchanged an exasperated look with Mullo and flew down to help them. He'd insist later that it was just because he hadn't wanted to keep the poor human waiting, but he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't interested in seeing Plagg and Trixx actually pull it off.
By the time they finally got the door open, the rest of the kwamis were watching the spectacle from various hiding places. Tikki had retrieved one of Adrien's beanies and floated above the neck of the trench coat. It was almost passable with Trixx's illusion attached, although the young man delivering their order gave them some decidedly weird looks as Trixx guided him into the kitchen and had him spread out the boxes along the counter.
As soon as they had the kid tipped and out the door, Trixx dropped the illusion with a melodramatic sigh. Plagg abandoned his arm of the coat and dove straight into one of the pizza boxes with a happy squeal. A few of the other kwamis took the coat from them, chattering happily. Sass shrugged and headed for a box that smelled delightfully of anchovies.
If he couldn't keep them in line, he might as well join them.