"Hey!" Roth exclaimed, having finally spotted the Raccoon lingering under the shade of a bus stop awning. "How'd it go?" The pine marten, who walked with a sort of liquid gait, slithered right up and stood leering over the short Raccoon.

"I hated it! It was a huge waste of time!" Eron beamed excitedly. The Raccoon buzzing, almost vibrating at the chance to relate a bad experience he had.

"Yeah. You said it would be." Roth pulled Eron's laptop bag out of the Raccoons hands. He puts a big darkly furred mitt on one of the Raccoons narrow shoulders. "Ready to go?"

He shifts his feet to walk, and as he does- he asks "Yeah, but can we stop for a hot chocolate? all they had was water and gross little packets of fish."

"Sure. Not coffee?" Eron replies, tugging the small Raccoon into a walk- with one long limber arm wrapped around him as they go.

"I feel like hot chocolate..."