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Le Clothe blinked once or twice, but didn't seem too surprised as the fox transformed and nodded their head instead, although by the end of her comments the merchant had a slight scowl on their face.  [b]"Pleasure doing business with you."[/b]

Sel on the other hand seemed upset and slightly confused that their game had come to an end.  Isn't this what the fox had wanted to do - elaborate teasing and pranks?  Perhaps she was a little angry though, as Le Clothe had made it obvious on the receipt what the fox's true intentions likely were.

The fox wanted to talk?  Fine.  The mage gave an apologetic bow towards the merchant before giving Sly a brief look of conformation and heading out of the building down to a quiet alleyway between two streets.  It was occupied by an abandoned dog, but a quick look in their direction convinced them to scram before Selvina looked back towards Sly with an obvious mixture of both frustration and confusion, although she remained silent as she waited for the fox to speak first.

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The phoenix giggled slightly as she looked over at the hydra.  [color=salmon]"... yes, the water is shallow Ritsa ..."[/color]  For a couple of moments Fia wondered if this was just Ritsa being Ritsa or if this was a strange result of the way in which the other girl grew up.  Either way, a smirk crossed her face as she made another jab at a nearby one, though once again the spear attack missed it was instead replaced with a slight frown.

Of course, she needed to be more patient and wait for the perfect moment.  Even then, they were awfully good at speeding away from whatever was jabbing at them.  It was survival after all.

[color=salmon]"... Ritsa, here ..."[/color]  Fia quickly found a similarly sized stick for the other girl and held it out with a grin.

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Meowka watched them from the corner of the eye as they played their little game, eyeing the nearby area with a little bit of surprise.  How ... how was there so much food?  Of course she knew most people were able to afford to eat but this was a strange sight for the cat who used to live on the streets.  Now?  She seemed to live a strange life of quasi opulence.

Her eyes returned to the ground as she watched the three finish their little game, naturally a little curious as to how they were deciding the outcome.  Eventually though one held out their arms as if they wished to be lifted.  For a few minutes, Meowka simply stared at it in confusion.  Wasn't the cat normally the one who was supposed to be picked up?  Meowka was surprised to find her blood boiling slightly as once again memories of her comforting Ronat in her arms and looking untough to make her feel better flowed into her mind.  Of course she hadn't been scared of the ravenous dogs!

As the doll continued to raise its arms though the prowler of the night let out a sigh.  [color=blue]"Fine.  I'm just glad to know that I'm the short straw."[/color]  Seeming a little unsure, the cat picked up one of the dolls in both of her arms and made sure to provide support beneath the feet and easy access to her shoulder to be leaned on.  She had always liked that, at least.