OOC: Ha, relax, I'm kidding. Besides I'm not a great leader, I'd much prefer you to come up with the plot points. Yeah, that idea seems good.<br/><br/>Chris laughed loudly at Ptricia's comment and shook his head, grinning. "No hats I'm afraid. And definitely no Triforces. Ah well, at least you're not as irritating as the fairies in Zelda. A little less." He grins and revs his engine loudly to drown out anything you might reply, and takes out a pair of Biggles-esque goggles before taking off, engine growling loudly as it heads onto the main road. It seems despite his complaints about Reizu's bus he's just as chaotic a driver, skirting pavements and nearly knocking over an unfortunate trio of anthro mice. As the river approaches he turns sharply, nearly toppling the bike over before pulling up outside a small restaraunt. Pulling his goggles off he jumps off the bike and leans against it, peering inside. "This the place?"