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~ Scene Change : Tera's House ~

"You need what?" The express on Tera's face was skeptical, as she looked down over her shoulder at Maq. At the moment, she was stirring a large bowl of some beige goop that Rith had said was "batter".

"Twelve Celine shinies." This was the third time now he'd said it, and Tera didn't seem to be any more likely to have gotten it now. "You play listen them." Whatever the hell that meant.

Shaking her head, Tera turned to look at Anwahs, who gave her a helpless but amused shrug. "Maq, sweets, I have no idea what you're talking about." She stirred the batter some more, then passed it off to her grandmother. "What do you need them for, anyway?"

"A gift." Which was mostly true. He'd give them to Yanvir; him getting something in return was kinda senseless to talk about right now

Miz chose this particular moment to come into the kitchen, just in time to see Tera handing the bowl over. "Oh my GOD, people. Please tell me we are NOT letting her cook something!" The sheer horror on his face was rather comical, though Tera did anything but laugh in response. Her response, instead, was to grab the spoon out of the bowl before Anwahs could stop her and flick some of the batter in Miz's direction. What errupted shortly after that is best left to the imagination, as a half dressed Cat Juu wrestling a quarter-elf blonde while being feature in a light coating of muffin batter should *not* be on anyone's list of fetishes.

It wasn't long before the scuffling ended, Tera being much stronger than Miz, and much better trained. She stood and wiped the film of batter from one cheek. "Bite me, you overgrown alleycat." Behind her, Anwahs shook her head, chuckling, having gotten a new spoon with which to finish filling the muffin pan. The tiny cleaning sprocket of Miz's, SP by name, appeared and began scrubbing him off.

With a half-hearted frown, as watching Miz get his a** beat down by Tera was pretty damn amusing, Maq asked, "Can we get back to the matter of my Celine shinies?"

"That's it! First you physically and verbally abuse me, but now your fairy is going to attempt to mentally damage me as well?" Pushing himself up off the floor, Miz pointed an accusing finger at Maq first, then at Tera. "This is all to get back at me for that whole Christ's resurrection thing, isn't it?"

Before Tera could even form a remark to that, Maq had flown over to Miz, hovering in front of him. "Wait, you know what a Celine shiny is? Do you know where I could find some?"

Miz readjusted his sash before answering, "Yes. Rith keeps that woman's ENTIRE collection in his room. Over by his stereo." He then looked up, wanting to ask why, but Maq had already flown off in the direction of the stairs.

~ Scene Change : Feien Shop ~

Maq gave his contraption a shove, rolling it over the doorjab and into the shop. It rolled forward on its own for a few inches, before stopping short because of the chain looping through the centers of the CDs and twisting around Maq's waist. Miz had been more than happy to help him gather the 12 CDs together in this fashion, really the only way he could transport them himself, since it meant it was 12 fewer of the CDs that featured "that shrill-voiced harlot" for Rith to play in the House.

It had taken a little longer than he had intended it to take, but Maq was finally back with them. Rolling his gift for Yanvir across the shop, he started to take them through the tunnel.

Now that was just too weird... Yanvir was talking in that same kooky language that ZDT would mumble in sometimes. Did all nuts know that tongue or something? While Maq wished he could understand what the little guy was jabbering, a part of him was afraid what it would have meant if he could. So, instead, he began to roll the CDs along the outskirts of the battlefield, effectively accomplishing what greater warriors than he would call a flanking manuever.

He'd wait until he was closer to Yanvir to say anything, though, and would do so at a more reasonable level than his earlier wake-up call. No use scaring the s**t out of the guy twice in one day.

Deciding to play along, and glad that Ben had shown him some stuff from his brief days in the military, Maq snapped to attention and returned Yanvir's salute, his left hand maintaining the balance of the CDs. Of course, all of Ben's examples had been sarcastic in nature, so Maq's motions were a little overexagerrated and had a flourish or two tossed in there, but that made the whole effect a little more interesting.

"Captain Maq, reporting that the mission is complete!" he declared, dropping his right hand down to his side. "Twelve Celine shinies, all ready for play listening!"

Maq was fine with being forgotten for the moment, as he still had to get himself unchained from the bundle. First the latch at his side, which was easy enough, a simple matter of pinching back the metal lever and sliding the loop out from the clasp. Unwinding the chain from around his waist, he gave it a tug so that it slithered out of the center of the CDs and landed in a silvery pile at his feet.

That done, he watched Yanvir for a moment, then grinned. "I take it you like them?"

Yanvir grinned right back, disturbingly feline in his expression. "Okay," he said, and nodded once.