"You think we got everything we need?" Puddle asked, dangling off of Vix's arms as she floated overhead. "We can always go to the store again if you wanna? Better safe than sorry, ya know?"
Vix shook her head, breathing in sharply and exhaling. "No, no I think we're alright. Three shopping trips should be enough already, we don't need a fourth."
"Then why're we heading out again? We ain't got nothin' to do outside, so why not stay inside? Also pull me up," Puddle asked and said, noticing the Torracat he was heading towards before Vix did.
"I just wanna get some fresh air, again. I gotta be ready ready for this, and I'm only ready."
"That's cool, but can you pull me up?"
"I can't let myself get distracted again when there's a fight right in front of me!"
"Vix please."
"I gotta look straight up ahead and not let things get under my--" Vix was cut short by the sound of essentially jello flopping against fur. A familiar sound back home, surprisingly. She looked down to see Puddle slouched over Starr's side, bubbling and glaring back at her, and pretty much instantly went purple in the cheeks. "Sorry sorry sorry! My bad! Why didn't you tell me to--"
Puddle gave Vix a "Bitch, really?" look, which stopped her real quick.