The mephits look amongst themselves, then back to you and shrug.<br/><br/>"Nots doin' nothin'." They all chime in unison. From there, the one who'd blown the kiss speaks up. "Done is dones. Mephitses just didn't feel like getting stabbed by lizard sword today, so make it cold to keep that option off the tables."<br/><br/>That elicits another wave of twitters, and another smirk from the mephits' main spokes...thing.<br/><br/>"Games of three is simple. Threes of you, threes of us. Three riddleses between us. You wins, one steps out of circleses. You loses, circles goes poof!"