One of our usual afternoons.
Feyn's back again for a visit.

Ferrahn: *purrs* Errand, just give it up. You're looking more and more pathetic. Errand: Shut up, Ferrahn!

Razkil: Don't laugh at Errand. He's trying his best. Seph: Yes, I'm sure he is. *grin* Errand: Why can't everyone be as encouraging as Razkil?!

Razkil: You can do it, Errand. Errand: =^_^= Feyn: Let's go inside, Razkil.

Seph: Still feeling moody? Feyn: Yes. Seph: You didn't go home? Feyn: . . . Seph: It might make you feel better. Feyn: Perhaps.

Errand: . . . Feyn: That ball curved around to hit the first pin... Ferrahn: *purrs* That _does_ take a great amount of skill. Seph: *grin* Errand: . . .

Ferrahn: *laughs* Silren: Ferrahn. Ferrahn: If Seph hadn't caught the ball, it'd have rolled off the table! *laughs* Errand: . . . Ferrahn: Stop playing, Errand. You're terrible! *laughs* Seph: ^_^;

Errand: Razkil... =T_T= Razkil: It's okay, Errand. You just need more practice. Feyn: Don't encourage him, Razkil. Errand: =T_T= Razkil: He just needs practice.

Ferrahn: *chuckles* Watch me, Errand. Errand: =(

Razkil: Don't laugh at Errand. He's trying. Seph: *laughs* Yes, I know he is. *grin* Ferrahn: If you don't have it, you don't. *purrs* Errand: I don't like all of you! =( I'm not playing anymore! Feyn: Must we involve ourselves in this? Seph: Stop being a bore, Feyn. *grin*