"No, I already gave you a cookie!" Liz mingled the party arguing with her Pricklemane Nicko.
"Don't give me that look! I don't know if Spirits get sick but I am not cleaning up technicolor cat puke if they do."
Nicko squeaked indignantly, deciding he wasn't winning this argument, and turned with a flick of the tail to investigate the other guests and see if they had any food.
"Just play nice now," Liz called to him. Not that he'd listen; she knew how he was. She looked over to the dance floor. Not her usual kind of music but it was catchy enough. It'd been a while since she'd gone dancing, though she didn't have anyone to dance with.
...Not that she would have if Linkara was here. That man made Robyn look like Michael Jackson.
sooooooo late orz
"Don't give me that look! I don't know if Spirits get sick but I am not cleaning up technicolor cat puke if they do."
Nicko squeaked indignantly, deciding he wasn't winning this argument, and turned with a flick of the tail to investigate the other guests and see if they had any food.
"Just play nice now," Liz called to him. Not that he'd listen; she knew how he was. She looked over to the dance floor. Not her usual kind of music but it was catchy enough. It'd been a while since she'd gone dancing, though she didn't have anyone to dance with.
...Not that she would have if Linkara was here. That man made Robyn look like Michael Jackson.