Lion Head Mesa oxidize

gucci nodded in agreement with tavina's correction. his understanding of the service roles was, to admit it, quite sheltered, but he did grasp why his friend might turn protective at the option.

vizier? the chihuahua chewed and swallowed.

then realized.

"ta-vi-nah!" he arranged himself into an offended pose, but smiled all the while. "hush, ya! ah merely keep mahself under th' king's belly, else he actually spot me." the "vizier" reached for a bone, rolling it over to himself. "if tha' means ah get sat upon now n then, so be it! 'fter all, some do say they bow t' th' throne." gucci grinned.

"as fer ya, miss," he stuck a rib between his foretoes and gestured with it at nala. "you's right 's rain. plenty a-time, which a hope ya'll use t' git this whole damn spire b'neath ya paw. here, knowing people wins ya half th' battle."

he sucked in the bone, and chewed on it like rolled-up tobacco. 

hurry this up to the finishline ^^ ?