Bring Me all Your Finest Nums!

[Joey Flamick]

Joey didn't so much as go to the meetings as they tended to talk too much. He just went to the stables a fair amount to spend time with the horses. A lot of times it was his only 'me time' where he could just be alone for a bit. The tall young man didn't want to be alone too often but then again being with a large mammal wasn't entirely alone.

"I take it llama's produce more spit that we do." Talking about spit had his stomach none too pleased at the idea of food. Even more so since a fair amount of the treats they'd eaten had gooey stuff in the middle. So he decided to think about maple syrup instead, which was so much better and so very appetizing.

Treat in hand he grinned broadly raising it up to mimic her salute. "Hooraay!" It was always a great thing to make a new friend. Sometimes you met people that were awesome, and then never see them again. Then if one was lucky the awesome person stuck and you got to see them again and again.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"They do! So much more spit," Frank insisted, rolling her eyes. "like, you would not believe the amount of spit they produce," she grinned at that, before moving on to the gooey treat. There was a salute, a hooray, and then they were shoving treats into their mouths. Frank ate hers with great gusto, bits and pieces falling from around her face, tumbling into her lap and onto the ground around her.

Said mouth opened to speak some more, when something started buzzing and letting out a noise that sounded like a TARDIS in action. Frank yelped and ducked down, coming back up with her phone (brilliant pink that had what looked to be a pony version of the tenth doctor on it). she flipped through it, looking.

"I'm late!" Frank said, launching herself up with nearly enough force to flip the table. She skittered sideways, jostling it more. "Gonna have to scurry!" And there was more sideways shuffling, more jostling, and just more wiggling movement all around.