Heron Lake Plateau Stars come swimming out of the horizon.

And what a milk bar their mother was!

Phoebe didn't have any complaints about the service, but some of the other patrons were... interesting, to say the least. While no one in range had been subjected to the gurgling rear end of Vasa yet today, they were met with the sense of someone relatively new.

Just days out from a milestone or two, it may have been safe to suggest their awareness was gradually getting better. At least meaning that when a puff of air and warmth crossed over her towards someone else, it gave her a moment to pause. Somewhat unsteadily and maybe about half as uncertain, she lifted her head to squeak questionably.

What was that?

Better not have been Vasa.

Her face scrunched in preparation.