The thump on the floor had Luna’s pointed ears wiggling. It took her half a second to spin around and lean over the back of the couch to see her fallen brother.
“Maybe if you didn’t sleep so weird this wouldn’t happen. No the place isn’t on fire.“
The nimble Chesh wolf hopped over the back of the couch to sit cross legged behind the wolfshire. The little tantrum that London had pulled was completely ignored. "I managed to nab some things.” Hands were opened to show off the tin of tea tabs and a few borogrove seeds.
“Dudes pockets were packed.”
“ Oh right, you just come in to places screaming names.” That seemed about right actually, now that he thought about it. He hadn’t yet bothered to look back at his sister. No, he waited until he heard her plop down on to the couch. He leaned his head back on to her shins to see what the held she was even talking about. “ Holy shit, are those real? They look like first batchers.” These were original tea tabs made by his mother back in her hay day. Much stronger than the watered down shit the syndicate was pumping out what with their lack of a scapegoat for stealing nectar right out from under the Queen’s nose. “ Tell me that’s what they are.” He sniffed at the seeds, sneezed, then went back to gushing about the old school tea tablets. The only sure way to tell is if when they dissolved the smokey apparition of a cat would show up.
