"Go wherever," Sarge said, waving her hand about in emphasis, "I don't care. Jaws works too hard on the gardens to not have someone appreciate them"
Famine looked at her through hooded sockets and a lazy grin reminiscent of his base model, "You have high trust for someone who just battled us, aren't you weary?"
War and Famine looked startled at the laugh she let out, loud and carefree like she had just heard the best joke.
"I am Conquest, I have bested you twice already and you are in my home, ate my food, breathing in my magic." she wiped a nonexistent tear away, "And still you keep underestimating me. My whole bee schtick is not without purpose; welcome to my hivemind, dumbass."
The only one who didn't look at her in worry and surprise, and barely concealed rage, was her Nightmare who only look bemused and fond.
As Sarge walked away from the table, she could hear Famine hiss at Nightmare, "you couldn't gave warned me?"
"We would have won if War hadn't dragged her in. I didn't know you knew each other."