<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris's head was still in his hands, and he sniffled loudly. "Oh man....thank you guys. I don't know what I'd do without you." Rayn then stands up, frowning slightly, before grinning at Ptricia, her paws trailing over her weakly squirming, largely swollen tummy. "Not too bad. Seems you can defend my cousin well enough." She smiles, extending her paw. We did'nt get on the first time, though I hope we can be friends."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia shifted back to human form as Rayn held out her hand, and took it in her own. "I'd like that. Sorry about last night. Misunderstanding there." She put her free hand to the back of the neck. "Chris was doing such a good job of telling us how you were a big scary threat, he kinda neglected to say you were on his side. Gotta admit, the big scary threat part was on the money. Nice technique, and two for one, that was impressive."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Over the next half hour, the Panzers arrive, wounds are patched up, apologies are made  and compensation promised. With his shoulder healed, Chris pokes Ptricia's belly. "Sorry about that."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>By that time, true to her earlier statement, the wounds on Ptricia's head had healed up. "It's okay, it just means I won't be having the toast cut up into fingers. I've already had my fill of soldiers."