Sun Mote Copse mandatory hugs every time you walk through the door.

It had been a while since Fennec burst in on a Fig thread uninvited.  She'd been letting her brother slide by unaccosted and it was about time to end that assumption.

Fennec wasn't big on the sads at the moment.  I mean, she was sad too, but in that removed way she tended to have.  And making macab jokes about her dead godparents was likely to earn her a little of a too soon ire from the mourning parties, so she took her coping mechanisms and went looking for Figment.  At least she could count on her brother to be less of a mess than Penn was right now.

She got there just in time to catch the tail end of Fig's comments on their dear old dad.  What're you two ladies gossiping about, dad?  Careful he doesn't catch you, or he'll take it as a challenge.  She huffed a light laugh, then waited, wondering what had spurred this little talk.