Paradise nodded and smiled.

She gave the box to him. "You get it. You paid for it, I guess."

"Okay fine....." Jet smiled. "Now how about we go read some comics!"

"Yeah, sure, why not?"
she smiled and opened the door for him.

Plira looked and sighed, whispering to Paradise. "He likes you."
Paradise whipped her head around to Plira. "Shut up! Wolves have good hearing." She blushed slightly at that statement.

"I heard that!" Jet smiled crookedly.

"Ugh, Plira."

"Oh don't deny it I am pretty!" Jet joked still wearing that crooked smile.

Paradise snorted. "The correct term is handsome. Can you stop flirting with me? It's annoying, unless you're doing it to annoy Plira."

Jet frowned. "Since when did you become miss parent?" Jet retorted sourly.

This shift was long and drawn out...when would something exciting happen? Chris sighed as he drove along the road looking for any excuse to ride a ticket or pull someone over. That's when he saw the bake sale sign. A cake would be nice, at least it would taste nice. It wouldn't be good on the waist though. The German Shepard laughed some to himself pulling over after flashing his lights once. Climbing from his car he pulled his belt up from where it had fallen. He strode forward sniffing the air.
"These are some mighty fine cakes you have here, who's the baker?" He asked with a smile.

Careleen came out to the counter. "What is it?" Careleen asked.