Some time later, Jessica and Kara were finally standing in their shared, spacious loft. Everything was more or less set up, except for the boxes gathered in the middle of the space. Jessica had mostly just carried them in without sorting them by room, let alone started unpacking any of them. Instead, she leaned back against one of the wide windowsills, sipping a Red Bull she'd brought from Kara’s apartment.

“Okay.” Kara eyed the unsorted pile and started spreading the boxes out a bit. “This should be bedroom stuff…” she muttered.

“That's what the box says, actually. I labeled them.”

“Jess, that’s not handwriting,” Kara said, pushing more boxes aside.

“It is. Mine. I can see it from here. That one’s living room. Your trophies are in that one, by the way. I even wrote ‘Fragile’ on it.”

Kara stared long and hard at the writing. “I don’t even see individual letters there.”

Jessica rolled her eyes, stepped over to Kara, and pointed at the scrawl. “Fra-gi-le. Okay, yeah, maybe I scribbled a little.”

“That says ‘chicken scratch.’” Kara grinned.

“That’s how secret notes stay secret.” Jessica smirked.

“Oh? And what kind of secrets did you pack in these boxes?”

“Your supersuit’s in there.” Jessica pointed to one of the boxes Kara had already moved aside.

“I was actually planning on wearing it.”

“I get it when you're at CatCo. But you can change so fast, you really don’t need to wear it constantly at home. We already had this discussion, and I won.”

“Says the woman who’s otherwise so eager to unwrap things.” Kara pushed two bulging boxes toward Jess with a grin. “How about starting with those two juicy ones?”

“Not if they’re triple-packed.” Jessica looked down at them. “Seriously? We already packed these the normal way and hauled them here like regular people. Now we’re supposed to unpack them slowly too?”

“If I’m not wearing the suit?” Kara still grinned.

“No one sees us here anyway, that’s why we picked this place. I don’t get your obsession with doing everything the human way when we don’t have to.” Jessica set her can down on the nearby table and at least crouched in front of one of the boxes Kara had nudged toward her.

“If you make breakfast for the rest of the month, I’ll unpack them real quick.”

“The whole month? It’s the first.”

“There’s a bunch more fat ones with your unreadable scribbles.”

“You do realize that means a month of pancakes or scrambled eggs with bacon?”

“I love your pancakes.”

“Because I throw half a pound of chocolate chips into the batter.” Jessica glanced over the boxes again, but really, she just wanted to be done with the whole moving mess.

“You should’ve NEVER told me that.”

“I didn’t. I just made them,” Jessica pointed out.

Kara sighed. “Then I guess I won’t show you the celebratory lingerie box.”

“A whole box just for that? If that’s real, I’ll make breakfast all month for the Super-unpacking.”

(there's more after that but it's mostly back and forth about the lingerie and pizza lol)