Amy and Lily dashed through the city at a breakneck pace, holding onto each other by the wrist.  "'Scuze us!" they stereoed to the pushcart dealer whose apples they'd  just upset in their haste, before launching themselves into the air and over a (short) line of people waiting for the South Street 10:30 AM Invitational.<br/><br/>They manuevered through the crowds with deft ease (and a less-deft lack of patience), eventually converging on the signups for the Ninth Quasiweekly Tourney Sponsored by Washi's Fish Stand and favoring the 'official' there with identical manic grins.<br/><br/>"Hi!  We're Amy and -"<br/>"- Lily Takashi, from Master Guang's School of the -"<br/>"- Burning Tiger, so where do -"<br/>"- we sign up?"<br/><br/>A person who wasn't watching their lips move would most likely have no idea that they were both speaking.