Sun Mote Copse I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla

Her failures did not last very long, and were also quickly forgotten once she was suddenly surrounded by warmth again. Had there been a problem? Not that she was aware of. Receiving a kick in the gut would have winded her were it not for the heinous baby fat she had that presently protected the round area, and Q lashed out to falcon punch her sister (though was probably way off the mark... and the true victim of this would likely be Rosie. What direction was she even facing?). The effort was far too lazy; she paused midkick and just knocked the hell out, her motivations for it also forgotten. These were the simple, easy days... but Q slept like she had just completed the most arduous trial of her life thus far.

last from me!