Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

And tackle she did!  Well... mostly.  She cannoned into both of them, sorting out by scent which one was Penn and grabbing a (semi gentle) mouthful of whatever was convenient to give a tug.  You are such a dick, she said, but she was laughing.  Sometime you're going to be getting eaten and I'm just going to walk right past, not even bother to stop!

He'd gotten her good, and she knew it.  Bronco, I think you gotta sit on him until he sees the errors of his ways. She said, in all seriousness, as though the sentence were the only way he might be shown the light.  Man, if he actually did it, it was too bad she wouldn't see.  She imagined it would paint a funny picture.