History was destined to repeat itself. Not just Roka trying to clean up, but the inevitable fast-as-possible saunter in the opposite direction of both these troublemakers. Pushing. Jokes. Ha, ha. Ava was too old for this and Uuni was -- She didn't need to go there, but, ancient. Word on the Savannah was all of them were old as time.
"See you," Ava chirped. The outcome of their rescue mission had her elated. She'd be more chatty than usual for a while, in a better mood. Good thing too; she didn't know how much Roka could use an extra dose of cheeriness.
"We'll survive," Roka grumbled.
Uuni hadn't been gone but a second when Ava tarnished the relief of her absence. "I guess they're not all bad."
Roka didn't argue. Far be it by her to poison Ava's good mood just yet. "Let's get some stones to put around here. It might warn others enough to keep away until it dries out."
Ava beamed. "Now you're talking!"
