The Watch of Chronal Suspension

The shimmering metal of the pocket watch caught Marigold's eye, and the demure girl felt drawn to it. Fizz seemed intrigued as Marigold picked up the watch and let it dangle by its exquisitely crafted chain.

"Ahhh, that watch is something special, let me tell you!" Fizz explained, his glee apparent. "If you ever feel like you really need a moment to think without distraction, just press the button on the backside."

Marigold was about to ask the odd man what he meant when he looked at his own watch. "Speaking of time, I really need to get going! Come, come, away with you now! You and your girlfriend enjoy the rest of the convention!" Fizz said in a solid stream of consciousness as he pushed Marigold out of the room by her plush bottom (the only part of her he could really reach).

"She's not my- I-I don't-" Marigold tried to stammer out as she turned to face Fizz, only to find him gone. Why in the world would he assume Kiona was her girlfriend? Just because the Overwatch fandom loved to pair Mercy and Pharah didn't mean anything! Nor did the fact that maybe, sometimes, Marigold might have had less than pure thoughts about her fit friend's body...

NO! Now was not the time to start going down that road! Shaking her head to clear out the intrusive thoughts, Marigold turned to find Kiona approaching her with a friendly wave.

"Ready to head out? The price tags on stuff here are insane, so I just did some window shopping." Kiona explained. "Oh, hey, new watch?"

"This?" Marigold asked as she held up Fizz's gift. "Yeah, one of the guys here accidentally broke one of my wings, then fixed it right up and gave me this in apology. It... doesn't really work for a Mercy outfit though."

"Hey, if anyone gives you trouble, just tell them that Mercy is Swiss, and the Swiss are known for clocks and stuff like that. Boom. Justification." Kiona suggested. "Now come on, there's still a ton to see."

Nodding along, Marigold fell in line behind Kiona and returned to her natural state of avoiding attention as best as possible. Her hand idly roamed over the shimmering watch, curiously running a finger over the button. What had Fizz been talking about?