[The door's open, and she's hanging out nearby, leaning back on two legs of a chair as she props her feet up on the armrest of the couch. There's a book in hand, but good luck trying to read the language: it was apparently native to the Turtle, only.]
[She just liked the pictures.]
Yo yourself.
You weren't kidding about the snow cones, were you?
action away~
[She just liked the pictures.]
Yo yourself.
You weren't kidding about the snow cones, were you?