With that declaration the fakes were caught in a bright flash of light before disappearing and leaving only the scent of ozone behind. Thyme was hit by a similar light and came out of it looking mostly normal. They had a green suit and tie combination, clear boobs and long flowing hair but a sharp chin. When they spoke it was with a soft, androgynous voice that carried non the less. "Congratulations I suppose. You managed to get through the round relatively intact without losing too many of your real members along the way. It's all time for dinner so we'll be meeting up,"