She went to the home of Death the Kid, so she could speak with his weapon partners. She knocked on the door, and saw the childish expression of Patty Thompson.
"Hi, Maka!" she squeaked. "Kid's not here right now."
"Good, because the reason I'm here should stay between just girls, so I need to talk to you and your sister," Maka said.
"And what would that be?" Liz asked, having heard Maka's voice.
The three girls walked in, and once they were seated, Maka started explaining. Once she was finished, Liz had a knowing smile on her face.
"So, finally admitted you've got the hots for your partner?" the older woman teased.
"Just help me figure out a way to make my breasts bigger so I can rub it in that cat's face."
"You mean Soul's face," Patty pointed out.
"Whatever. Just help me."
"Well, we can try what we did to make our breasts big."
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