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Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

The two of them followed Ambrosia, Nicolai calmly and Picket his usual self. Now and again, the werewolf had the grab the sprite to keep him from running off. "Can't wait! Me love sand and finding random stuff washed up on shore!" he exclaimed. "I look forward to the tour, and thank you in advance," Nicolai said.

When they reached the bar, Nicolai stopped at the door for a moment, then began walking again. Picket, also, tilted his head at the door. Both of them knew something almost immidently upon entering. "Hey Wolfy. Sorry for leaving you asleep awhile back," he said, when he saw the demon on the counter, waving his hand in greeting. Picket jumped when he saw the demon, then started over.

The sprite climbed into the chair, having to stand in it, and looking at Wolfy. "Not hyper anymore? Me wanted to tag you," he said, sounding slightly disappointed, then smiled again and waved at the barkeeper. "Chocolate milk barkeep!" he requested.

By this time, Nicolai had come over as well. "Make it a small glass," he requested before the barkeep went to get the order. He then looked back to Ambrosia. "Is the beach close to here?" he asked, curious as to where it was exactly. He then took a seat in between Picket and Wolfy, but keeping his head turned to Ambrosia and Wolfy in case one of them spoke to him.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Nicolai and Picket both looked over when Wolfy spoke. "It's okay. Me wouldn't been able to play anyway cause Nicolai wouldn't let Picket," he said, then continued to wait for his milk. Nicolai spoke next. "Not really. I would have just sat you on one of the beds or a couch," he assured her. The only hard part would have been her staying asleep with Picket chasing after the paper bird.

When the cat tried to attack Wolfy's tail, Nicolai looked over to see what the noise was, then to the barkeeper as he want to get the order of ice cream. When the cat came back around and the trouble started, Nicolai watched with a calm and earnest interest as she changed. When he saw the fireball forming, however, he picked up Picket and dropped him into the flame.

In a matter of seconds, the flame was actually absorbed into the sprite, who had puffed up like a balloon, and began floating toward the ceiling. "I think that's a little much for a little cat," he said, lifting the larger than before demon up and holding it in his arms. "Picket, you can release that air at any time. Just don't-" he began to say, but his friend opened his mouth, having trouble keeping in the hot air with such little notice, then hit the ground near the cat with a thud. "Release all at once..." he finished.

At least the matter was okay for the time being. Nicolai sat Wolfy down on the counter, then walked over to the cat and picked it up. He carried it to the door and threw it out, then returned to the group. "Are you going to be okay Wolfy?" he asked, looking at her calmly. Clearly, the werewolf had seen much worse than this.

Picket finally managed to get himself up, then climbed back up to the chair he had been in before, this time sitting in it and holding onto it with his hands, turning a glare to Nicolai for a moment. "Milk good sir," he said to the barkeep, who finally moved again, first placing a large bowl of ice cream in front of Wolfy then a glass of chocolate milk in front of Picket. "Yay milk!" he said happily, quickly grabbing the glass and beginning to drink it in a single, steady cycle of gulps.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Nicolai watched Wolfy, relaxing now that it seemed things were back to normal, and Picket continued to drink his milk. "I see. Well, the cat's gone now, so no worries there," he informed her. The way she was trying to lick herself clean did make him smile and produce a slight chuckle from him. He picked up a napkin, folded it into a triangle, and reached over, cleaning her face for her.

"There we go. By the way, we are to check out the beach after getting a few snacks and drinks here. A little bit of fun in the sand for Picket, and some sun bathing for me," he explained. Personally, he did not like swimming in the water and did not care for much else other than enjoying the weather. "You can come along if you want," he offered.

When he finished his milk, Picket sat the glass down and let out a happy burp. "Good milk. Nice job Barkeep," he said, giving the man a thumbs up of approval. "We need snacks, chips, cookies, a cooler with ice in it, a bucket and shovel, some flags, cokes, beers, whiskies whatever, and other stuff for a day at the beach," he exclaimed, as though ordering a bunch of stuff from over the phone.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what she said. Even if her first encounter with the sprite had turned out annoying, it seemed she at least tolerated his behavior better. "It may be a little hard to keep the ice cream cold," he said, then was told wrong. He should have known there would be something in this castle that could do something so simple as keep ice cream cold and without melting. Of course, he would love to find out how it worked.

Picket seemed to be glad that she had calmed down and joined in on his fun. "Get to it and me going to practice floating and landing on feet," he said, then ran over to a corner and took in a deep breath. Nicolai watched him run off before watching the barkeep go get their things ready.

Nicolai looked over at Wolfy as she ate, ready with a new napkin. "So, do you have anymore forms? Or is it just the two?" he asked, curious. As a werewolf, he had more than one, but he could chance between each one at will. The moon once had a say over his abilities, but not anymore.

Picket (blue) and Nicolai (red)

Nicolai shook his head. "He can float after filling himself with hot air, but he can't stop himself from spinning while floating. You should have seen him flailing around when he first found out he could do this," he explained, a chuckle escaping his lips at the memory. It was Picket was spazzing in the air, flailing his arms and legs with his cheeks puffed up. "One of our hostesses will have to show us to the beach," he added, glancing where Ambrosia was before.

Picket seemed perfectly content with floating where he was. He looked a bit bloated around his torso and his cheeks were puffed up. Plus, it was clear that he was not breathing. Also, he was not staying where he had started, slowly drifting around in the corner. Finally, he had to breath again, so he let out all his breath and fell to the floor, right on his back. "Ow. Second try!" he said, standing back up and repeating his actions.