<blockquote class="uncited"><div>The wolfeasel sipped at his tea before speaking again. "Main..meal?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, that aside, I'm sure you've already heard my name. So what exactly is it that you need from us? An autograph? Quick tour of her digestive system?" He pointed his thumb at Ptricia.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The bunny girl flipped herself upright and prowled over to him. "Or maybe you big boy..." she said, turning so her back was right up against him, snuggled up in front of him. She looked over her shoulder with a sultry look. "You have a lean and hungry look yourself. Think you could take me?"<br/><br/>Fiana sighed, but there was a giggle in her voice. "In case you havn't figured, I'm the one who usually gets outside her. But that doesn't mean we don't occasionally eat out, so to speak. And she _is_ just as tasty as she looks."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Chris nodded to the two. "I'm Chris. Though since you went to so much trouble getting back here I assume you knew that." He grinned, pacing around them. "You're our first groupies. I'm delighted, I must say."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The fox looked over at the armchair. "We both loved your music, especially the songs where you redid the lyrics. So we figured we'd try and meet you in person, see if you did more than just talk the talk. But we had to figure a way past those big gorillas..."<br/><br/>"They were actually bears." chimed in Barbara, fingering the collar she wore.<br/><br/>"Hush, morsel!" exclaimed Fiana, but lightly, before she carried on. "... and we had some flesh to clothes potions... ummm... I'd planned on wearing Babs to work tomorrow, so we figured, what could it hurt? And like I said, you looked really nice..." She blushed slightly, the white fur of her muzzle pinking as the skin underneath grrew redder.