[Hrmmmmmmmm, not getting answers.... This would required a long, fox-hugging musing on what to do. If not for the tall Snack stumbling in her space.]
Snack, how far can you walk? If you want, I could drive you two back to, to wherever, everyone...
[Her hopes of finding more real peoples, and helping her friend-and-pokey are dashed as she remembers her jeep, on the curb. And she's so small, she can't even help Snack walk...
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Snack, how far can you walk? If you want, I could drive you two back to, to wherever, everyone...
[Her hopes of finding more real peoples, and helping her friend-and-pokey are dashed as she remembers her jeep, on the curb. And she's so small, she can't even help Snack walk...
SO SORRY, BRUNCH. A MOROSE SEIRAN ON YOUR FUR.]