Redhawk Caldera shake that bagpipe

Yeah! was Frolic’s helpful reply when Sylvie tried to make a distinction.

She didn’t speak for a moment otherwise, trying to recover from her back-to-back respiratory fits. Following the sneezes, her nostrils felt a bit clearer but that was because there was a giant gob of snot dangling from her nose. Frolic swiped at it without thinking, then held out her little black paw and admired the enormous booger there.

Gross! she said with delight, showing it to Sylvie before wiping it on the ground and saying, Yeah, I’ve seen him.

That was a fib. She hadn’t consulted with Eljay about her symptoms, fearing he might force-feed her a wheatgrass smoothie or something equally nasty. But she had seen her father around, technically.

She had a feeling Sylvie might not believe her, so Frolic quickly said, Dunno! I’m gonna go find her and ask! See ya later! and darted away.