Quote Originally Posted by Orzel View Post
Yellow giggles and trots over to the colt
"Oh Garion's. That is the hard way. Move the potato and not your head. Like this." The big mare sits on her haunches, hold her own pink peeler in mouth, and ran the potato smoothly across the peeler in one slick motion.
Garion tried copying her, but that required a certain practiced finesse that he just didn't have. Swing and a miss, swipe and a miss, each time, the potato and peeler refused to meet. Only by slowing himself down (to the point where the peeler was shaking from all that sugar) could he gently scrape away a bit of the potato skin.

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Quote Originally Posted by Benson View Post
"Yea...because if he was in the air, surely you would have saw him,...urgh....this is kinda frustrating to be honest, he's losing points here. I'm doing this for him, when I could be working on the Clunker, working out the kinks to get it to hover, or making out with you, either way I'm missing out," Her spirits were chipping away as she found herself frustrated and complaining.
Now that they were closer, Sandy could make out a bit more of what they were saying. And he wasn't sure how to feel about it. Somehow, he was in the wrong for running off? Well, yeah, it was kind of a jerk move, and maybe he should've tried talking them out of the dates, but it wasn't really his choice to get dragged off to the Spa. Or was it? I mean, maybe if he'd put up more resistance at home...

Within the dumpster, the sandy-maned stallion bit his lip in agitation as he heard his friends complaining.