Ptricia managed to hold an extended conversation, partly because she had plenty of reminicences of other bands she'd done security for, but mostly by letting the band talk about themselves. After all, she'd had centuries to become a good conversationalist.<br/><br/>&&&<br/><br/>Chris giggled giddily. "Oh, yeah, I'd love to see it, if you're okay with that." At the lioness's question he scratched his neck, smiling. "Well, I'm not very good at it myself. But if you believe the reports I'm good with orange sauce. 'sides, there's plenty of stuff we can do other than that. And...well, more the merrier, right?"<br/><br/>"Confident aren't you." The lioness smirked. "I like that in a guy."<br/><br/>"Then let's blow this popsickle stand!" said the dragoness. Thew trio led him out, and off to the parking lot. Ptricia's eyes glazed over for a second, and she muttered something in Akkadic before returning to her conversation. the dragoness had a big convertible, and they all piled in, the husky and lioness pulling the bemused wolf in between them on the back seat