Swith Witherward wrote:"Hello MB," Swith said. She was sitting on a rocky outcrop, a lush area that gave her the advantage of keeping a watch on little Gio while staying out of the girl's business.
"Hello, Cuisine," she added as the chef joined them, "Deader left a note and some items for you."
"Oh?" Cuisine replied. "What kind of items?" He looked around. "Where is Deader, anyway? I've got a tube of itch cream I'd like to forcefeed..." the chef growled. MB twitched his nose, and hopped down off Swith's head to munch on some ferns.