Welcome to Gaia! ::

Amy smiled and waved to Gilda. "See ya later, Gilda!"

Amy looked back at Kits and chuckled softly. "Well, if that's the case, then I'm glad I became the new bartender, too."

"And a smoothie coming right up! It's nice to know that we won't have to pay another fee. Though, I totally understand the initial fee. Otherwise, how would GGB be able to offer prizes to the winners? I think it was really smart what killa did."

She took out a blender, got some bananas, kiwis, blueberries, strawberries, and some yogurt. She put some of all of those things in the blender and began blending.

She spoke loudly over the blending. "Did you want any alcohol in the drink, too, or not?"

Thistle squeaked as Smok fell to the ground and she quickly ran over to him. She knelt down beside him and lightly nudged his side to check if he was alright.

{{Smok is so freaking adorable!}}

Amy chuckled softly as she saw Kits' reaction to the loud noise. When everything was blended smoothly, she shut the blender off and got a large malt glass out.

"Did you want alcohol in this or not, Kits?"

Thistle squeaked at Smok in worry and began to run back to Kits. She started squeaking up at her from the ground next to the bar stool Kits sat on.

Amy even looked over the counter at Thistle. "Thistle, what's wrong?"

Thistle squeaked at Kits frantically, trying to get her to look over at Smok and help him. When she heard a familiar squeak, though, she quickly turned her head and watched as Smok turned over and appeared to be fine and unharmed.

Thistle whinnied happily and in relief. She raced over at Smok and began squeaking rapidly at him, trying to explain that she was worried he had been hurt because he couldn't, or wouldn't, get up after he fell on the ground after sneezing.

Amy shook her head and chuckled softly. "I wish she would stop squeaking so rapidly like that. No one can understand her. I think she is trying to speak, but it just is not working. I don't even think other animals can understand her."

She turned to Kits and tried to explain. "I think she was worried that Smok was hurt. She accidentally hurt Draa, Tes' grunny, the other day. She probably thought that Smok was hurt as well."

"What kind of alcohol do you want in this?"

Thistle huffed in exhaustion. She slumped onto the floor and her wings hung limply on the floor. She squeaked very softly and slowly, somewhat pathetically.

Amy shook her head at her pony once again, a smirk on her face, and then searched for the rum. When she found it, she unscrewed it and poured a little of it in the bottom of the malt glass. The alcohol should mix as she poured the smooth fruit mixture into the glass.

"I think vodka actually goes best with fruity drinks. That's what I've read in drink recipes, anyway."

She poured the fruit mixture into the glass and then slid the glass over to Kits. She put the blender back on its base and put a pink straw in the glass.

"I hope that tastes good, Kits!"

Thistle looked up at Smok and then nuzzled him gently. His nudging urged her back up on her feet. She squeaked softly and then trotted over to the body of water that was set up for the Fishing for Love game. She flicked her tail, hoping Smok would follow her.

She sat down at the edge of the water and lightly and carefully dipped one of her hooves in the pond. As soon as the chilled water touched her hoof, she squeaked softly and pulled her leg back quickly. She whinnied in laughter.

Amy chuckled softly as she watched the animals and then looked back at Kits. "I don't drink much, either. I just knew that because of the recipes I've read before. So how are you doing today, Kits?"

Has been hankering for some OJ from bartender