Lost Creek Hollow i hope every soda you drink already shaken up

She sighed into his fur. Good  Hopefully some sort of luck would go their way. They could use a bit.  Get a few new faces in so that if things went wrong for Rannoch and Liffey and they came back, they could laugh and say there was no longer any room at the Hollow.  That'd be fun to have happen.  If only, if only.

But then he pulled away.  Had to go.  Great.  Yeah.  We'll be here.  She'd rather he stay, but Arbiter being Arbiter wasn't gonna say anything.  This time, at least.  She tipped her ears back slightly.  Arbiter wondered just what Moonspear might come up with, but she wasn't going to go out of her way to speculate too much.  Better to be a pessimist, after all -- it meant she'd be less likely to expect something fantastic out of this meeting.  Better to stay realistic and put her hopes on nothing but what could be found right in front of her nose.