Sun Mote Copse Southern motherfuckin' Democratic-Republicans!

Ehh - who isn't? She shrugged with a chuckle. She had a little pudge herself from all her lazing about. Bronco had warned her about not getting all fat and lazy, but life went slow these days. How could she not find a nice place and nap for a whole afternoon with all the injuries she'd sustained from getting herself in trouble? You healed in your sleep, right? She saw it as self care.

She listened with an anxiety-ridden smirk on her face, then promptly replied; I look better from behind anyway - 'Guess I'll go first. Besides, she wanted to look brave right now, so she couldn't pussy out. With Figment behind her, it was hard to turn tail and run.