(Private)Sharing Concerns

[Sonnie Wu]

"Who's Frank Einstein?" she asked, (not-so) obliviously. Her passing attempt at a joke was quickly forgotten, however, as the subject of food trucks came up.

Sonnie whipped out her phone and started searching some app. "Oh! Yes! Taco truck in the area! Quick little walk and we're rolling in tacos!" The phone was pocketed as she turned to look at her dog. "Fugly! Taco run!"

Dogs could understand some basic words and their cotext, and for this canine, 'taco' was apparently one of them. Makes sense, given his owner. While happily in the throws of soaking up attention from Circe, Fugly rolled to his feet and barked excitedly. It was taco time!

Good to wrap! Thanks for the scene!

[Circe]

"Careful, you might be accused of vitalism by the undead lobby," she jokes to Seraphina. And nods in approval as the Spring Queen makes no boasts about fighting the wolves. Circe wouldn't want to fight them in melee herself either. Self-awareness is good in battle.


Circe nods with an approving smile. "I know a few good ones. Um, wait? Yes," the gun bunny has to think for a moment, siphoning through the options. "Best instructor one. I'll text you the name," she whips out her phone and does so one handed. For the other is busy with Fugly.


"A very blunt fellow, often envious, rudely sticking his tongue out all the time, and with WILD hair," she makes a lot of gestures with her hands as she joins Sonja in the joke.


"Oh ho ho ho! Fugly, you have trained Sonnie quite well. Tacos it is!" She holds up her keys, "Speed limit or not?"

Good to wrap about here too.