[h1]Injae Park[/h1]
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Ratchet nodded in the affirmative. Um, she didn't specify which text, so technically Ratchet wasn't lying. But she decided to leave it at that.

Ratchet tilted her head in respect for Meifeng. "B-ball all-star, eh? Nice. I do marching band; I'm the trumpet section leader for this year and I have a solo in our field show's opener. Marching band is at least just as competitive and physically taxing as any other sport, so I don't get why people don't consider it one. Thankfully, I'm still getting my phys. ed credits from it." Ratchet rolled her eyes; the idea of marching band not being a sport was beyond her.

Ratchet turned back to Jen. "Hey, sure. We're all standing on the beach; it wouldn't do to just stand around and twiddle our thumbs or something--"

Barking.

Ratchet jumped back. "Holy mackerel!" she yelped. The seagull squawked and fluttered away as Ratchet backed into the spot where the bird had just stood. "Dog alert!"

But just as quickly, a woman not much older than any of them commanded the canine to stop before it could plow into any of them; obediently, the dog took a seat.

A question addressed to Meifeng seemed to significantly agitate the Chinese girl, though Ratchet didn't particularly take interest. Though her frantic desperation to silence the woman did raise Ratchet's eyebrow. She'd have to ask once she got the chance...

Ratchet turned to Jen, who was staring off into the distance at a group of five women. "So, um, you play Smash, I heard you say before, well, [i]you know[/i]," Ratchet said, trying to initiate a conversation. "Who do you main? I'm not ashamed to admit that I use Rosalina. A lot. Though I do use Lucina and R.O.B. as well. That side-B of R.O.B.'s is pretty darn useful. I'm terrible at countering with any character, though."