Sun Mote Copse meta quandary

Sequoia was halfway through the last bite when Kiwi appeared—preceeded by the dark indigo that was her scent—and the piebald girl was quick to swallow the rest of her meal with lightening speed. Gulping down the final morsel, the honoree shrugged. I wasn't planning on anything in particular... you got any ideas? she asked. Trigedasleng had mostly fallen to the wayside, and she spoke in the plain ol' common tongue these days, even with Wildfire and Kiwi who knew the other language quite well.

Maybe they could terrorize one of the newer members of the Firebirds or make some Colossal Plans for the warmer months. Or maybe they could just kick back and do normal boring friend things. Even that sounded fun to Sequoia.