Pollen walked in a bit later with two bowls of tomato soup. "Careful. 'S a tad hot." She said, setting one in front of Star

Star nodded slowly. She brought the bowl to her lap. She picked up the spoon and slowly began eating.

(True! Only a couple weeks after the eclipse... coincidence? I think not.)

Frost extended a hand. "Let's go for a stroll before the park closes for the night," she suggested with a smile.

Scot stood on the street corner, tuning his guitar. He got a few awkward glances from passerbys, both human and mobian alike. He shrugged, and suddenly attacked the instrument. Several stopped in their tracks, stunned. A crowd soon gathered, mesmerized by the fast tune that made hearts race. They seemed almost dissapointed when Scot stopped, tipped his hat in a polite gesture, and walked off, saying, "No tips needed, I am not a poor street musician, thank you very much,"

Rose gladly took her hand, "O..okay."

The late afternoon air felt good, a light breeze whipped Frost's fur. She inhaled deeply. "It's nice out, isn't it?" She said, looking at the evenly cut grass and the large healthy looking trees. The low sun cast a golden hue over the city, and some birds warbled lazily, adding to the serenity.

Scot put on a few more shows that afternoon before putting up his guitar for the night. He walked out of the diner where he had just been performing and hummed as he trotted down the sidewalk. A low hum caused him to pick up his pace a little, but the hum grew louder, closer. He slowly turned around and saw five sets of glowing red eyes. Scot stepped back in surprise. "Buzz bombers," he said in almost a growl. He spun on his heel and fled, robots in hot pursuit.

Rose nodded her eye darting about the night sky,
She pointed upwards smiling softly.
A bright moon-like star shone, reflecting in her eye.

"You're home planet?" Frost inquired.

Rose shook her head.
"It's moon, Astra."

Frost looked at her and smiled. "I was close. Astra, I've heard of it before, just can't put my finger on it..."

Rose waddled around, squatting down to stare at small bugs at random.