"Hauh? Of course, my lips are sealed," He made the motion of zipping his lips and nodded his head vigorous. He then stopped and laughed because he knew he looked silly.
Oh boy....what a lame night. The mocha stallion did not sleep well and found himself plagued with bad dreams again. Why couldn't he just be honest and tell Icy about the letter, she had the right to know. But he was big chicken, too scared, a coward. And to top it all off, his coffee maker had broken too. Now he couldn't even warm up his food using the heating plate, let alone make coffee. Curses. no stove, and no coffee maker, curse it all. he should have bought that microwave when it was sale four months ago. Curse it all.
Fox Trot found himself walking the streets in the early afternoon, feeling a little miserable, stressed out, he would have loved it if Soft's bar was still opened, he could have used a root beer, heck, maybe even a soft serve, but alas. Twas during his sulky walk his eyes caught sight of a large red banner with an eye catching gold lettering of 'we're open'. Wasn't this the old building that was Soft's Bar......now it read as Greif's Cafe. His curiosity over powered his brooding as he decided to check it out. If he was lucky, he might be able to get a good root beer or something here. He walked inside.
Gwynfillion frowned, she glanced at the others. "Uhm if you could gives us moment please?" She gestured for Grills to find someplace private they cpuld talk.