The Mungojerrie: Rolling On (Part 2)

[AmbushCat]

*The milkshake's a bit slow-moving, but every bit of it is delicious. Ellen meaningfully stares at Ivankov, who takes the hint and limps back to the kitchen.*

[Marky]

Sam smiles and lets out another "Mmmmm~." as she continues slurping up the milkshake. She pauses for a moment. "Man...this is good, nya~." Sam says, before going back to slurping the milkshake.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...I tend to think so, too. *yawns quietly* ...Excuse me.

[Marky]

Sam blinks a little at Ellen as she watches her for a moment. "You okay~?" She asks, before slurping a little more of her milkshake, but keeping her eye on Ellen.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...A little tired, I suppose. Elk kept me up late last night watching a hockey game.

[Marky]

"Oh, that sucks~. Sorry to hear~." Sam says, looking at Ellen with a little bit of concern, before going back to slowly slurping her milkshake.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *winces almost imperceptibly as she finishes the first sentence* ...It's not too much of a problem; I just wish Elk weren't so noisy. He's a fan of the Florida Panthers and Tampa Bay Lightning both.

[Marky]

Sam blinkblinks a little. "He's a fan of two different teams, nya~?" She says, blinking and staring at Ellen, slowly slurping on her milkshake.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ... *nods* If it's a Florida team, he likes them.

[Marky]

Sam blinkblinks. "Huh...guess he likes all other Florida sports teams?" She asks, before going back to slurping her milkshake a little.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Pretty much, even with those games he doesn't understand.

((OOC: Busy trying to beat Megamari. Be back tomorrow.))

[Marky]

Sam blinkblinks and shakes her head. "Wow~." She says, before going back to slurping up her milkshake.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Sometimes I don't like living in those warmer climates.

[Marky]

Sam nodnods a little. "Yeah, I kinda like the cold more than the heat~." She says, before going back to slurping her milkshake some more, probably over halfway done by now.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *nods and remains quiet a bit before speaking* ...Bugs are present year-round. Mom actually keeps a can of spray beneath the patio table for those occasions.