<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris gave a wry smirk in the girls' direction as the squirrel looked away, and he carefully moved through the crowd towards them, chatting to fans on the way so as not to make it too obvious. Eventually he reached them, giving the squirrel a canine-heavy smile. "Evening, ladies. Enjoy the show I hope?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Yes, lots!" The bat exclained. "We've both been fans of yours ever since your second gig at the 'Two Sticks'."<br/><br/>The squirrel finally got up the courage to speak to him. "You're so commanding up on stage, I love watching you, and I love your music."<br/><br/>The bat chuckled. "What she'd really have liked is if she'd been picked to listen to the second half from within Ptricia's belly, rather than that other squirrel. Or yours for that matter. She was also speculating on the size of your..."<br/><br/>"Foxy!" The squirrel batted the bat around the bat... back of the head. "Forgive my idiot, she's a friend."<br/><br/>"... appetite, I was going to say appetite, though I suspect you can guess I'm lying from that reaction. Personally, I'm quite interested in what else you have below chest level." She put her wings on her hips and gave him a smouldering look.