Pure Vanilla sighed as they ran their hand through their hair, leaning back in their chair with a soft yawn escaping them. Custard had *finally* gone to bed after a lot of convincing from his father, and they finally had some quiet time to handle the business racked up by their small racket in the mafia. They were working on making it bigger, and even if their lover might make it easier, they insisted on making it by themself. They didn't regret that, not yet anyway.

It was tedious work to be the head of one of the most recognizable Mafia groups without the land, let alone keep cover to not raise the suspicion of others, but it was all-rewarding and necessary work nonetheless. Who knows what kind of corruption and chaos the entirety of the planet would be in [i without] all the illegal, secretive activity coming from both the "good" sides and the "bad"; it was tiring to keep up with, though, that was for certain. Which is exactly why Millennial Tree was calmly relaxing in his cherished garden, tended to by none other than Wind Archer and Herb themselves, soaking up the peaceful moments he was provided with.

The mafia leader sighed as they closed their eyes, humming to themself before standing up and walking out of their office. Obviously they locked it, going to their secretary, Whipped Cream Cookie, managed to call the bar that the leader liked to frequent. Pure Vanilla hummed to himself as he trotted off, going ahead and presenting an ID to the owner/security, nicknamed Fire due to his short temper with people he didn't know. They hummed again as they sat at the counter, Sparkling quickly putting a drink together for them before paging his leader.

Don't get him wrong, the garden was plenty peaceful enough, but Millennial Tree found himself closely inspecting everything that grew inside of it, sporting a frown each time he saw a wilting bud or leaf. He calmly walked around, otherwise enjoying the pampered and well-cared-for plants, stopping in his tracks when his sights fell upon a rotting bush. With a silent sigh, the illegal mafia head stood merely sadly eyeing it for a few moments before walking away in search of someone who could prevent the sickly plant from getting any worse. Where was Herb at this hour?... Right, most likely with Sparkling at the bar he worked at, which is exactly where he made a beeline towards. Hey, he deeply loved the plants there much like he loved his own son as weird as it could be viewed, and, considering only select people knew his face from a business standpoint, the nature-lover decided this was the quickest way to fix the issue at hand. Showing his ID to Fire once he arrived, much as one would, he swiftly slid his way over to the bar.

Vanilla glanced over to the other, humming to themselves before resting their head on their hand curiously. "Hello." They spoke after a moment, Sparkling humming as he gave his boss a slightly confused look. "What can I get started for you?" He asked after a moment, giving him a slight smile as he began to wipe off a glass and settled it in front of his boss.

Millennial Tree softly hummed out in consideration, shifting slightly as he did so to respectfully sit in one of the barstools next to Vanilla. "Bartender's choice; I trust your judgement, Sparkling." He answered with a smile after another moment of thought, doing a quick look around of the bar afterwards. "Do either of you know where Herb is? One of his bushes is dying; I think he fed it some bad plant food. I'd ask Clover to find him for me, but he's busy with a task he's been stuck on for months, unfortunately."

Vanilla leaned on the bartable, letting out soft hums as Sparkling happily put together a drink with some rice wine and then put the cup on the bar in front of Millennial. "I think your friend there is looking for you." He mumbled to his leader before walking away to tend to the other patrons of the bar, allowing Millennial and Vanilla some time to speak as they shifted slightly. "So...how are things?" They spoke out quietly, tracing the rim of their glass.

"Things are... Surprisingly well at the moment, thank you for asking. How about you?" Millennial asked in return, having paused a moment to figure out proper wording. He calmly sipped at his rice wine, a contented sigh spilling from his lips as he slightly relaxed, keeping his attention to them while awaiting their response.

"Oh, well...being a relatively new mob leader is certainly interesting, but hey...what's life without a little risk, hm?" They, too, paused occasionally to figure out the right wording, giving the other a slight smile before going back to tracing a calm circle around the edge of their glass. "My guards certainly do their jobs well, I'm sure we'll have more members soon. It's not very often that someone comes into this town without joining a side...yours...mine...or hers." Their eyes flicked up to meet Millennial's calmly, resting their head on their hand once again. "Admittedly you and I are on similar...terms of agreement, unlike her."

"We have an unspoken alliance of sorts pinned mildly against her, yes, you're correct," Millennial chimed in after another moment of careful consideration, watching the alcoholic liquid in his glass as he gently swirled it around, letting out another hum. "I'll admit, it's nice to know another local mafia boss I don't have to butt heads with constantly or plot the destruction of; it's refreshing, even... Hopefully, you and I stay on peaceful terms for a long while, yeah?"

"Hopefully more to me..." The white-haired Cookie mumbled after a moment, continuing their idle task before glancing over to the other. "Have you had any breaches recently? I know Milk, Knight and Madeline have had a bit of an issue with dealing with her spies recently. I have every faith in my people and yours, but I am prepared to offer our help if you require it." They spoke honestly, their face settling into a cold neutrality.

While the other's face fell into its cold neutral expression, Millennial gained a soft smile, reaching forward only to set his glass gently onto the bar table in front of him. "We haven't had anything major as of recently, only some light tampering with and poisoning of our medical supplies, which we've already taken care of... I assure you we can handle ourselves just fine, Vanilla, but thank you for the offer." He stated calmly, pausing and seeming to contemplate something before firmly looking them in the eyes, "If you need any of our help at any point, do feel free to ask. I'll be sure to do the same for you if time arises that I need your help,"

"That's good. You know how ruthless her spies can be, especially the dark mage and prince." Neither mob had learned of the true names of the people working for Dark Enchantress, so they called them "The Dark Mage" "The Prince of Dark" and things like that. Even Vanilla had mild fear of them, even if he could handle most of them on his own. He'd been in this business for a long time, he'd found he had a natural knack for combat even if he chose not to engage in it where he could.