Sun Mote Copse Southern motherfuckin' Democratic-Republicans!

Despite it being just a one-off joke for Nellie, it had caused some awkwardness on Fig's end of things. Though she did like Fig, she was in no way implying something indecent with her joke; of course that was harder said than thought. A slight blush settled on her cheeks due to the silence that followed suit.

She stretched out her nerves, then nodded bravely. Alright then, onetwothree, here we go. She spurred herself on, then carefully stepped inside the cave so tight it made her push back a panic attack. Thirty steps he said, that wasn't so bad. one, two, three, four... So she went on, eyes squinted as peered into the darkness. You're still there right? She asked, tail swishing behind her, searching for Figment. Were they there yet?