"Oh no, you don't understand," called a cheerful voice, a half step to the left of familiar. "I'm transgenre. I'm transitioning from rom-com fantasy to magical-girl drama." The speaker, bouncing around the lobby out of reach of the akuma's scarf-whip, was unmistakably Chat Noir, though with shoulder-length hair and—

"Are those kitten heels?" Ladybug asked, incredulous. It could be worse, at least: the new shoes were still steel-toed and now pointed, and he could have gone for a taller, equally narrow stiletto heel.

"You know I've mastered the catwalk."