The Whatnot of TJ

It's nota WIP anymore, because it got posted. But that meant having to get to work on the sequel. So there is some WIP to share. From the same universe as the last story:

It had to be a dream.

At least this time it wasn't her dream.

Ladybug landed safely at what looked to be her school after falling for what had seemed like an eternity. Did Chat Noir go to her school? That narrowed the possibilities of who could be Chat Noir down pretty significantly.

She took a step forward and a black kwami flew in front of her face.

"Are you the real thing?" he asked in an adorably squeaky voice.

"Yes?" she replied, not entirely sure what he was asking.

"You're not one of his dream-Ladybugs?"

"No," she said, curious.

"You look more solid than they do," the kwami said, zipping around her to study her more fully. "Prove it. What's his favorite flavor of cheese?"

"He hates it," she said automatically. "I think he's lactose-intolerant."

"Yep, you're the real deal," the kwami said. "Name's Plagg, by the way."

"Charming," Ladybug said.

"I don't make the name rules," Plagg said defensively. "Listen, I'm glad you're here, I really am, but there are some things I've got to do before I can let you pass."