It was the day after Valentine's Day, and that meant Envy Adams was 29 years old today.

But perhaps more importantly, she was just barely acclimating to non-touring life after spending most of last year (and the majority of January, because those NYE concerts had been a killer when multiversal timezones streched out to like two weeks of shows in her personal timeline) on the road.

It had been her idea, to come to Fandom for a little weekend getaway. Maybe because it was one of those spots in the multiverse that was more of a no-man's land of sorts. Not really Envy's, not really Peter's, but the place where they'd been just kids in the middle of other kids, even if just kids was a gross underestimation of everything they'd already been doing back then.

It had seemed like a good place for her to center herself back into something a little less hectic.

But, of course, now that they'd made it past the causeway onto the island proper, Envy was already feeling something was... off. As they walked, she spent a long while squinting at Peter, as if he'd somehow changed his hair after yesterday, or the cut of his clothes was particularly flattering, but she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.

And then she breathed in a particularly big breath, and the feeling grew, and suddenly she knew exactly what was up.

And so she snorted softly, and shook her head. "Oh, we're being Fandomed already."

[ooc: Primarily for the Hegemon, and potentially NSFW-bound because this week is what it is.]