"Me no like dis bottle bottle. It too quiet in dare." Tipsy staggered steps lead da hobo teeter totterin to da mouth's edge. The waterfall cascades down into da broken ice over da lagoon. "Defney not want to fall in bottle bottle." An exaggeratted whisper of hushed proportions as da Hobo snuck inside.

Da hobo pulled the coat Jadey Lady gave him to cut down da chill. Rustlins came from da darker reaches of da lair, someting stirs. "Be verrah verrah quiet bottle bottle...we huntin ashes huhuhuhuh" Squeaky as a mouse da hobo moved inside.

"Ish too quiet in here...dark too! Bottle bottle..me wonder where da resh are..." Tipsy stagger steps round a corner, bleary bloodshot eyes lookin for where da ashes be hid. "Me hope day no put Jadey Lady wit da dung pile! Silly dragons, ashes for hobos."

A shake shake of bottle bottle and soft lights sparkle in the air like a disco ball. "Bottle! Dat too bright! We dance later, tone down sums." The neck of bottle bottle drooped as da lights fell to one bouncing ball. "Dats better bottle bottle. We needs me careful, dese gecko's dangerous if da van outside any hint." Slippy round da corner a huntin ashes still.

"You hear something bottle bottle? Me too. If draggy home, we hope it not have sauce for da eating wif. Hobo's gif indian gestations" Pause to swivel hither thither. "Me hobo no see nothing..."

The lighty from bottle bottle drifty further on to seek the Jadey Lady. "A hobo no forget day promise! Get da ashes den make bad man pay. Fear a hobo scorned! Er someting utter nonsensh." Stagger steps scootch along, the shuffle sounds intermingled with the slow gulp of droughts taken from bottle bottle. "You always good to me bottle bottle. Not like dese mean hobo's always shooing hobo away wit brooms...or worse. Me still remember da lady with the hot poker. Hobo's so mean bottle bottle when you just out to get a bit to eat."

Da hobo shakey shake da bottle bottle, the smooth surface goin' all glowy before zipping away. Forugnately da hobo goes wif it! "Lead da way bottle bottle! You sniff out da Jadey Lady for da hobo." A blink and da hobo and bottle are gone, whipping hither thither around corners like the way ish clear.

One green eye opened at the prod from her sister's mind, a hiss given that would echo throughout the cavern and tunnels.

Someone, was grumpy. Muscles twitched beneath her hide as she pushed herself to her feet.

Just what did her sister want now..

So help her if it was for nothing.

"Eep!! We no in Rhydin bottle bottle! Here dare be dragins!" Jumpy at da soundy reverbing off da tunnel walls. "Shhh bottle bottle, we on ragu silence. No want give way positron!" Bottle bottle led the way like a blood hound. Ziggy Zaggy through da tunnels getting so so close to da Jadey Lady! "Hol'on bottle bottle...we shush be craftful. No no when dem dragqueens be abbot." Shakey Shakey of bottle bottle and a a steady stream of creamy good ness polled into a summoned bowl on the floor. Sweet, rich, chocolate sorbet! "Dat shush stall da dragons. No boy resish chocy sorbet!" Den it was back to zippin' to Jady Ladey.

::Aurthur was sneaking around the lair, listening to hobo footsteps and his mate's claws scratching the ground. He was positioning himself so that the three would meet, with the Hobo trapped right inbetween two immovable dragons. That oughta spook him!::

*And as the hobo looked up, there stood Aurthur, right in front of him. Now, a dragon's grin can be just as frightening, supposing that one exposes his fangs, and Aurthur was giving a grin that was more fang than anything else* "Well hello there.........Nice of you to join us, your just in time for dinner."

All the more reason for us to pick him apart dear......After all, if he managed to do it, someone else can. *He would likewise lay down and lick his lips, though he'd never eat the hobo or any hominid for that matter.....There wasn't enough meat on them, and they tasted horrible*