<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>Onette tried to herd the group out of the middle of the market with little pats and nudges with her shopping basket. Less because they were being a nuisance, more because she didn't want word getting back to mother if someone overheard.<strong>"I was thinking,"</strong>she spoke in a loud whisper to Vanie once they were out of the crowd,<strong>"That we could each just gather up what we need, and meet up tonight. Get a head start before anyone notices we're..."</strong><br/><br/>She trailed off when Erin appeared and made his announcement. Her nose crinkled and the points of her ears drooped slightly. The way the young man just assumed authority rankled her a little. And it seemed to throw a wrench into her plans of an adventurous excursion to prove her and her friends' derring-do. ...And of avoiding her mother's notice...<strong>"...Unless we want to play tag-along with him, I guess."</strong>She made a wanking motion low in the air, with a sidelong glance at Vanesse and just the<em>tiniest</em>of smirks.<br/><br/>She looked from Vanie down to Nephie, then to Pie, and finally Mella. Then back to Pie, who she rather liked looking at.<em>She's so fluffy...</em>.<strong>"Personally <em>I</em> like the sneaking-out-the-window plan. But, if we're in this, I guess we should decide."</strong>Onette  bit her lip and fiddled with her basket.<strong> "I mean... I... <em>guess</em> the militia would have some useful stuff, so we're not going out with, I don't know, pots on our heads."</strong>A quick smile at Nephie, for entirely no reason at all, right?<em>Right</em>...Right.