Stars mops up the last remnants of eclair from fur - stickiness notwithstanding. "mm. Safarri? Count me in." The big cat is near a wall, out of the way, Raligh nearby. Ace is heading out the door, Silvereye standing and moving awya from the pilot's chair. "Grrills. Rright. We need music, too. I prromised Swiftfoot a dance." Silvereye hmms. "Grills? Where do we find them?" The Battleclaw wonders. "I've been to your barbecues before but I've never helped set one up." >> Outside the Ship: Silvereye emerges from the Faux' loading bad, wheeling out a grill and some charcoal. Quaquan Landing Pad