"Can't you land a spaceship without crashing?"

"Oh, but the bumpy ride was so fun, Washu! And, besides, it's the writer who did this, not me..."

"Mihoshi, the bumpy ride was NOT fun. As for the writer, well..." The next few minutes hurt, and I had to drop the resulting evil twin into Dragonball Z. Don't ask what happened in that timeframe. Anyway, Washu opened the door to the craft, found herself at the bottom of a rather large hole, and got out the repulsorlift she had developed watching the Special Edition on video one night. Reluctantly grabbing Mihoshi while she was at it (she figured the ship was still salvagable, especially her various inventions onboard; she couldn't imagine anything worse happening to them, and didn't want to leave Mihoshi to the imagination), she floated herself, a few knick-knacks, her clothes, and the living proof that brains and luck are not mutually dependent up to what is normally considered the ground.

Sakura was gaping while all of this was taking place.

"Hello...you must be Sakura," said the female evil scientist. "I'm Washu, and this is Mihoshi. Lilith said you were having a slumber party, and had given her permission to invite some friends; we go way back." Sakura remembered that Lily-chan was a succubus, and that said beings were immortal; hence, she decided not to think too hard about when exactly "way back" was in this instance, and simply invited them in for hot chocolate.

"Um, you know, Washu, you're a bit early," noted Sakura in between sips.

"Yeah, I know - I wanted to test my time-travel invention," said Washu.

"You didn't tell me you had a time-travel invention," said Mihoshi, pouting.

"I wanted to keep it intact," deadpanned Washu.

"But I could go do things, like meet Cleopatra, or see what I'll be like in a few years, or go eat anytime I want instead of waiting for the store to open, or..."

"No, you're not touching it, Mihoshi."

"Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?"

"No."

The word "no" resulted in a wail audible in Russia.

Somehow, Washu was able to make Mihoshi hear, "All right, all right, I'll see about letting you use it sometime. Now, stop crying."

To the delight of Tokyo, Mihoshi went to a soft sniffle. "You really mean it?"

In an obviously reluctant tone, Washu replied, "Yes, I really mean it."

"Yay! I get to go time-travelling!"

"Ok now let go of my neck please you're choking me -"

"Oh, gomen nasai."

Sakura started to worry.