There was no choice. It was not that she WANTED to do this, Terra told herself, but she had no choice. She did not even know what “punk” was, other than her brother had been called that once in her hearing that she could remember. And he did dress very strange. So... she knocked on the door across from hers, waiting impatiently for the door to open, and hoping she wasn’t intruding on special time between him and his ghoulfriend.

The door opened slowly, swinging open rather than being pulled open. A tiny face peeked around the doorframe and hesitated. Terra looked at the little wisp curiously, then smiled. “Hola chiquita,” she said. “Is your master here?”

The little thing tried to close the door--belatedly, and Terra blinked before pushing it back open and walking in. “That is not polite,” she scolded the wisp. She looked around, her eyes catching on a blanket covered punk sleeping in the middle of the room. Or he had been sleeping. Silver eyes stared at her with a sleepily grumpy expression. It was even funnier when she realized that his hair was hanging in his face.

“It is almost noon, hermano,” she told him.

“Yeah?” he asked, picking up his eyephone and looking at it. “That makes it still morning. What d’y’want?” He yawned, barely getting the question out.

“I need your help, hermano,” she said, dropping down on the edge of his very strange bed and digging through her purse to pull out a sheet of paper. “I do not know what to give him,” she said, holding it out to him.

Roch looked at the sheet blankly, reading it twice as he waited for his brain to kick in. “Lil’ punk boil, huh?” he said. “Y’want my help, huh? Mmm...” He scowled, thinking about what would work. “No, not the bull... Oye! Spike! Wake up!” he yelled at something in the corner. “This little jacker flooded my room once,” he added, completely confusing the reaper ghoul.

A rasping sound, like rock rubbing against rock, came from the corner. Terra turned just in time to see a little rock minipet get to his feet. He was not fluffy or scaly, or anything on the list, she thought as it tottered over to the bed. Roch reached down, picking him up and plopping him down on the bed next to him. “Y’can have one of these guy,” he said, yawning and falling back into the bed to go back to sleep.

“He is not fluffy or fuzzy, hermano!” she complained. “He is... a rock.”

“Yep. Punk Rock,” Roch told her. “There’s some stones in the closet, grab one.”

“Senor AJ did not ask for a pet rock!” Terra said.

“Well I ain’t givin’ a guy I never even seen an England’s Bull,” Roch said. “Deal with it. Tell him if he want’s a bull dog, he’s gonna haveta meet me first. Those are... special.”

Terra gave him a dirty look, then stood and headed for his closet, stepping inside. She yelped as a herd of slobbering dogs tackled her to the ground, looking at her happily.

“You can have one if y’want!” Roch called into the closet.

She was covered in slobber and they were licking the makeup off of her face, and he thought she WANTED one of these things? “I do not want!” she yelled back, shoving them off of her. She got to her feet, looking down at her messy clothes with a dark expression, and stormed over to the pile of rocks in the corner. “I am giving a ROCK as a Secret Sandy gift,” she muttered, picking one up at random. It was a bit larger than her hand. She stared at it, wondering how that would turn into the little rock monster she had met earlier. Then she put it in her purse.

“I will make him a meal, as well,” she decided. “Gracias, hermano,” she added, although her tone said she wasn’t sure if she was thankful or not. But when she caught sight of Roch’s face, she stopped, looking at him curiously.

“I... y’know... got somethin’ t’tell y’about sometime,” Roch said quietly. “But for now go on, y’got work to do,” he added, waving her off.

Slowly she nodded before heading out the door and going to make the meal for her secret sandy person.