Originally Posted by Benson
"Uh, along this street, in a building called Soft's Bar, or something, at least I think the sign is still up," Fox trot said, hoping he wouldn't regret giving out this information.
A spark of recognition glints in the griffin's amber eyes. "Wait. Soft? Wait. Your friend is Soft Serve
?" he asks flatly. "The Soft Serve? Dude. Dude
Greif leans back, and runs a set of talons through his plumage, mussing up the feathers atop his head. "When is she leaving, exactly