Heron Lake Plateau Frontier whiskey

I might be sober now, but I can still write like a drunk dangit

Damn. This didn't seem to be having the effect Fig was going for... His toothless gums mushed uselessly against Fenn's muzzle, and no matter how hard he willed his teeth to come shooting out so he could really show her what's up, they remained firmly nonexistent.

Damn again.

Then came the counterattack. Fig twitched and froze, deeply offended and bewildered by what his sister had just done to him. It was so unbelievably diabolical that he... well, he could hardly believe it! With a wild, enraged battle cry, the boy surged forward at the speed of deathly ill tortoises and barreled into her open arms. See how SHE liked being run over! Or... being squirmed against. Not quite enough agility yet for running things over.

Damn x3.