One of the best things about being a teenage was that people expected you to cause trouble. For Zancrow, the idea of a teenager not causing trouble was absolutely out of the question. And, even better, convincing someone else to cause trouble was still technically causing trouble - only you didn't get in trouble for it; someone else did.

"I feel so sorry for you," the eighteen year old said to Ultear one day. "Since everyone groups you with those Tower brats, you have to go to sleep at the same time that they do. Ultear's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean?" the fifteen year old demanded indignantly. Zancrow hid a snicker a shrugged.

"Well, Master Hades sends the brats to bed at eight," he said simply. "And he sends you to sleep with them, since you room with one of them. But me, I get to go to sleep whenever I want." Ultear scoffed.

"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes. "As if. Master Hades trust me way more than you. You probably have to go to sleep even earlier." Zancrow shook his head solemnly.

"Last night, I stayed up until eleven," he told her. Ultear's jaw dropped.

"No," she breathed.

"Yup." Zancrow watched Ultear's face become very calculating. She turned and stalked off, her pigtails waving behind her. He grinned.

"We're staying up until what?" Richard asked, astounded.

"Twelve." Ultear declared. "Tonight, we don't go to sleep until midnight."

"But that's tomorrow," Shô pointed out. "And Macbeth's already asleep anyway." Ultear frowned, and nudged the dual-haired boy in the ribs. He opened one eye and gave her an angry look.

"I don't know about this," Jellal said nervously. "This feels like a really bad idea." Simon nodded in agreement.

"I don't think we should make ourselves stay up so late just because you wanna show up Zancrow," he pointed out. "Plus, that guy's eighteen."

"I'm fifteen," Ultear snapped. "Richard is too. And you guys are all thirteen, right?" Wally shook his head.

"Sorano, Simon, Erik, and Sawyer are thirteen," he corrected.

"And Cubellios!" Erik called. Wally rolled his eyes.

"We don't know that, dumby!" he yelled back. "Anyway, they're thirteen, but Erza, Macbeth, and me are twelve."

"'Macbeth and I'," Richard corrected. Wally groaned.

"Whatever. We're twelve, Shô and Millianna are nine, and we're not sure how old Jellal is." He said.

"I'm probably Erza's age," Jellal said, frowning. "Grandpa Rob and Master Hades both said so." Ultear groaned.

"The point is," she hissed, "we're all old enough to stay up later! So why shouldn't we? I thought you guys were all about freedom!"

"That's a bit unnecessary," Sorano noted. "But whatever. I say we go for it."

"If it's a competition, I'm in!" Erza declared, eyes shining. "Zancrow will learn to fear our power!" Millianna giggled. Sawyer gave Erza a weird look.

"You tell yourself that," he muttered.

"All in favor, say 'aye'!" Shô said happily. He looked excited.

"Aye," said Ultear, Shô, Erik, Sorano, Erza, and Millianna.

"All opposed, say 'nay'." Macbeth snapped from his place on Erza's bed.

"Nay," said Simon, Wally, Richard, Jellal, Sawyer, and Macbeth. There was a silence.

"Looks like a tie," Richard pointed out. Erik grinned.

"That's what you think!" He declared. "Cubellios is with me! So that's seven votes for staying awake." Simon sighed.

"Does the snake really count?" he asked. "Snakes have a different sleeping pattern than people do." Erza beamed at him.

"It'll be fun!" she said cheerfully. Simon groaned.

"Oh, alright, fine," he muttered.

"I guess it couldn't hurt," Jellal said hesitantly. Sawyer shrugged.

"I don't actually care," he admitted. Wally and Richard glanced at each other.

"Just this once probably won't matter," Richard allowed. Wally nodded.

"Fine, but I get to sleep in after that," Macbeth declared.

"You always sleep in," Jellal pointed out. Macbeth frowned.

"Well, then, I get to sleep in more." he snapped.

"Then it's decided!" Ultear announced. "We're having a sleepover in the guildhall!"

"…You mean the middle of the airship?" Sorano asked. "That's the closest thing to a guildhall we've got." Ultear nodded happily. Macbeth jumped onto Jellal, who yelped in surprise.

"I want to share a sleeping bag with Jellal," he demanded. Jellal blushed.

"Why on earth would you want that?" he asked.

"The floor is hard and cold," Macbeth explained. "Jellal is warm. Plus, he lets me use him as a pillow." Erza look dejected.

"I do too!" she protested. The others glanced at the armor-wearing girl.

"Jellal is warm," Macbeth repeated. "He's like a giant pillow."

"I'm not a pillow," Jellal blurted out. His face was very red at this point.

"Whatever," Ultear waved their side conversations off. "We won't go to sleep until twelve tonight!"

"Technically, that's tomorrow," Sawyer pointed out. "So you're basically saying, 'tonight we sleep tomorrow'." Ultear throw a book at him, and he yelped, throwing himself to the floor to avoid it.

Hades walked into the main room of the airship to find eleven sleeping bags scattered around the room. The twelve children (and one snake) were all fast asleep. Zancrow was leaning against the wall, giggling like an idiot.

"What's going on here?" Hades demanded. Zancrow looked at him and then laughed even harder. Somehow, all of the children slept through it.

"They're having a slumber party," he explained. Hades looked at Zancrow, then to the children, and then back at Zancrow.

"…At five-thirty in the afternoon?"