"Oh, I wouldn't say that." giggled Babs. "You shouldn't be so modest, you're actually quite well equipped. After last night, I should know."<br/><br/>Ptricia sighed and put one paw to her forehead. "It's official, Chris is now a fixture at my house. He's been screwed on the kitchen table. I thought we left the ninjing to Reizu."<br/><br/>Fiana had the good grace to look at least slightly embarrassed. "Um... Sorry!" She used the towel she still held to wipe the area where Chris had been sitting. "We just..."<br/><br/>Ptricia sighed. "It's fine. Just wipe up after you've done, or invoke the house cleaning spells... 'Maleus Latinus Tergeo Traba'."<br/><br/>A cloth and plastic bottle of spray cleaner flew out of a top cupboard, and swooped down on the area. The spray bottle came first, strafing the table and spiralling head first between Fiana's body and arm like a jet fighter being chaed by aliens. Then the cloth came down and started quartering the table, rubbing as it went.<br/><br/>The other two girls watched with shining eyes. "Oh, I want..." breathed Fiana.