DISCLAIMER: This is not my original story, I am republishing it with permission.

Oona bit her lip, deep in concentration, as once again she gently lowered a tiny metallic disk into the nearly-invisible earpiece on her desk.

"Hey, Oona!" Olympia called cheerfully as she entered the lab.

Startled, Oona jumped and watched helplessly as the earpiece once again flew across the room.

Olympia cringed. "Ooh, was that important?"

Oona buried her face in her hands.

"I'm so sorry, maybe I can help you fi—"

Oona held up a hand. "Don't bother, they're designed to be nearly invisible, and—" she sighed, planting her forehead on the desk "—unfortunately they're very good at it. Now, did you want something?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Otis and I were just about to go get dinner. Do you wanna come with us?"

Oona stood and began gathering supplies to re-make the earpiece. "You have no idea how much I would love to stop working right now, but I have to make yet another earpiece and fit all of them and make alterations to Ms. O's dress and Olive and Otto will be here in, like, two hours and then I'll have to make their costumes and at some point I have to find pictures of 50s outfits for Oscar and—"

"Whoa there, Oona, do you need some help with all of that?"

"Oh no, I'll be fine, thanks!" Oona replied nonchalantly.

Olympia crossed her arms. "Oona, I've worked with you nearly every day for months now. If I've learned just one thing in that time, it's that you're only this calm when you're completely, and I mean completely, freaking out. Now come on, I'll go get Otis, we'll order a cheese-free pizza, and all work together on this."

"No, really Olympia, I'll be fine. I'm sure you've got things to-"

Olympia grabbed the scientist by her shoulders. "Look at me, Oona. You remember that day Ms. O gave me a room and I descended into mathness because I couldn't say no? Well, you have the exact opposite problem, you can't STOP saying no. Now, if you don't want to descend into mathness and, y'know, ruin everything, I suggest that just this once you say yes and let me help."

Oona looked at her for a long moment. "You're really taking this whole 'making Olive happy is our first priority' thing seriously."

"Don't push it. I still think that this whole thing sounds like a bad fanfiction. I mean, come on, why couldn't Ms. O ask Oscar to do the alterations? And why can't Oscar just look up his own outfits? He's got access to the internet!"

"Well, Oscar didn't know I was gonna be busy with all this other stuff. Besides, he knows I have a Pinterest account, and seriously, what better place to find vintage ideas? Ooh! Brilliant idea! We should look for tutorials so we can do our hair—"

"Oona, you're just giving yourself more work here!" Olympia exclaimed. "Honestly it just sounds like some kind of terrible plot device to load you down with work so we could have this pivotal bonding moment in our relationship. Anyways, I realize this isn't just a fanfiction and you really could use some help, so my offer still stands."

Oona bit her lip. "Well...I guess if you don't have any c—"

"DON'T SAY IT! I swear, I don't know how she does it, but the instant someone mentions that they or someone else doesn't have a...well, that thing to solve, Ms. O ssensesss it!" Olympia hissed, eyes wide. "We are...currently probably not as occupied as we would be on an average day, so we'd be happy to help. Why don't I go get Otis so we can figure out how to divide up the load a bit?"

At that second, Otis strolled into the lab, pointing at something over his shoulder. "Hey, Olympia, wh—"

"Otis, perfect timing!" Olympia interrupted, dragging him to the desk by his elbow. "Here's what we'll do. Remote, please?"

Confused, Oona handed her the device as Olympia shoved Otis next to her.

"Thank you. As you can see here, this chart is divided into four sections, tasks that only Oona can do, tasks that Otis can do, tasks that I can do, and tasks that need more than one of us in order to get it done. I'll go order the pizza while you two figure out who's doing what. Be back in a jiffy!"

Otis and Oona watched in bewilderment as she bounced off.

"What just happened?"

Oona looked at him, eyes wide. "I think we just got Olympia'd."

E/N Just a reminder to go check out the Pinterest accounts for Agent Oona and Agent Olympia if you'd like more visuals for what they were up to. I promise that reading the girls' conversations in the comments on their pins will be worth your while!