Olive took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then shouted atop the din of the others. [color=fdc68a]"Number two? Where?"[/color] She briefly glanced around at the others, then pointed a hand toward Forrest. [color=fdc68a]"What did you have, again? Two?"[/color] The scrawny elf started shimmying and shuffling through the crowd of others trying to find their own groups, while also trying to keep one arm around the tablet, with the face of it turned inward. On the tabet's face, glowing against her chest, was a bold number [b]3[/b].

[color=666666](Fixed.)[/color]