It's been six months since Scratch accidentally stole one of the most famous paintings in the galaxy. It's been four months and eighteen days since she offloaded it for far less than it was worth. For now, she's laying low. That means taking a job as a private chef to a billionaire, the closest thing to an honest job she's ever had. Glamorous parties, illicit affairs, and hor d'oeuvres at all hours, soon she realises that the great Galastar Heist is not as forgotten as she had hoped. Will she manage to find a way to wipe her record clean, and, more importantly, what the hell is she going to do with all of these pineapples?