<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>"Hmm. Nothing else thanks, crunchy, and just some water, thanks." Chris turns to Naliah as she speaks and as he'd done before, displays rather a lot of effort on keeping his eyes above shoulder level. He laughs at the comment and says "Ptricia, even if you were 22, I'm 17. You're old."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Even if?" Ptricia huffs, then rolls her eyes. "I _am_ 22, don't confuse me with things like logic or chronology."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>His sandwiches arrive quickly and he peers over the top of the stack, with some effort. "Crikey. You need to get your eyes tested, there's only one wolf here." He takes a slice off the top of the pile and munches on it, eyes lidding in bliss. "Mmm, that's good. Cheers, Dundee."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The croc nodded as he came back out from the kitchen. "No worries Chris. Sorry Trish, yours'll take a mite longer."