The "bear" waddled up to the newly renovated clubhouse. His eyes were fixed on a sheet of paper with crayon scribbles upon it, using it as a map to guide him. As he came up to the front door, he looked up at the large structure and it's features.

I hope they have a lot of food... I'm starving

He knocked a stubby paw on the front door.

When the knock came and the silence reigned, Amthy stopped playing with her petite wooden ponies. They were painted in a variety of colors, and made to look like her own prized flock at Winged Victory stables. It wasn't that she really stopped playing, but more like she froze mid-act. Tsavorite-like eyes cut to Jewell. There was a moment, electric and breath-stealing as the sound of the knocking faded.

"My turn my turn!"

Jewell cried out and Amthy squawked. It was a mad scramble to stand up, but her knee pinned her skirt down in the most unfortunate manner. With little left for her to do, she tried to grab at the Empress' legs. "Noooo! My tuuuurn!" She squealed. The Water Fae had the advantage, and easily escaped her grasping fingers. "Taaara, tell Jewell it was my turn!" She turned her great big dewy eyes on the tiny terror, only to be mystified by a crayon being lodged in her idol's nose.

"How does it stay up there?" She pointed somewhat rudely to the crayon. "Oh! Coloring!" She chirped happily when Tara started to color, and she merrily join in. Except she picked pages that Jewell hadn't colored already, unlike Tara.

"Ammmmthhy! Your husband is here!"
"Yer breadwinner-to-be, be here, Pix," Tara echoed and snickered. "I hope he brought presents. It nuh be right for visitors to come wifout those," she said and grinned.

"Presents?" She gasped, clutching her hands to her chest. "Yay!" She hooted and tossed the crayons she'd been holding in the air and trotted off to the door. "I didn' know the Relic was so swee--that's no' the Relic!" She exclaimed as she slid to a stop behind Jewell. "Mebbe he's enchanted?" Her lips puckered up. "Lemme give you kissus an' make it all better!"

Jewell stared at Snorlax, waiting patiently for the other girls to join her at the door. It was only a matter of time, of course, since they were all plagued with never ending curiosity.

Sure enough, Amthy poked her head along side her first.

"Mebbe he's enchanted?" Her lips puckered up. "Lemme give you kissus an' make it all better!"

"Oh! Do you really think he's an enchanted hugging bear? That'd be cool!" Hands clasped together and grey eyes got starry, "Give him a kiss, give him a kiss!"

She ignored Tara scolding her over it being Amthy's turn to answer the door. She knew that very well but she loved to answer the door. If Amthy wanted to answer it she'd just have to be faster next time!

The Empress looked aside when Tara poked her head in between herself and Amthy and gasped, "Nooo!" Reaching over she plucked her favorite crayon out of Tara's right nostril, "This was my 'Very Empress Blue' crayon!!" She shook it in Tara's face, "Why'd you stick it up your nose!?"

Her blood pressure was certainly rising.

Fortunately for the Killa, Snorlax chose that moment to wrap them all up in a group hug. Her anger quickly dispelled.

"Oh! I love big squishy hugs! Lets get him to go color with us!"

Amthy always did like a good hug! Except with two other ladies it was more of a squish. She hungry for a clean breath of fresh air after the embrace. Somehow, during all the hugging, she'd managed to grab Jewell's hand. When the bear waddled deeper into the clubhouse, she trailed closely after the Empress.

"I think it's hungry," she announced after the body-shaking rumble. "Wha' does it eat? Do you think it likes tea and cookies?" Her eyes rounded as she fell to her favorite imaginary meal.

The Bear sat at the coloring books and Amthy plopped on the ground. Belatedly, she released Jewell's hand as she reached for a crayon and wiped the end off on her skirt just in case. "Mebbe it's code?" She asked Tara as she reached to scribble on the far corner of Snorlax's page.

"Tara, look out!" And without any more warning then that, she flung herself at her best friend to knock her out of harm's way.

The yell snapped Snorlax from his coloring activity. He looked over as Jewell knocked into Tara, then simply scratched his head. At his foot-paws sat a colored image showing himself and a girl in blue clothing sitting lazily on his tummy. He showed Jewell the picture with a smile on his face. He then looked down at Tara and blew her a raspberry. Someone's impatience would cost them from being in the coloring as well.

She shook her head, a bit dazed as she was sprawled out on top of Tara on the floor. She must have hit her head pretty hard because she swore Snorlax was holding up a picture he colored of the two of them together.

Maybe she wasn't sleeping, dreaming, or dazed because she clearly felt Amthy's touch. And...she clearly heard what she said.

"Oh MY gosh, it is code!" She squealed. "He wants ta sleep with Jewell!"

She gaped. And then she was flailing, trying to untangle herself from Tara and shout at the Pix at the same time, even as she apologized, "What? That's crazy! You're crazy..." She manages to get free of Tara only to trip and fall, cracking a few crayons beneath her.

"Crazy!"