Frost laughed. The Emerald in her hand seemed to glow just a bit brighter. "Maybe you had some kind of paranoia," she suggested.

"Tomatophobia perhaps? I don't know. I just like burning things like tomatoes. Ew."


(Sunny thinks tomatoes don't really taste good. :p)

Frost nodded but then got quiet, realizing something. "How did this conversation go from armchairs to tomatoes?"

"Oh, well. The not-mobian topic turned into whaere's Rose from then it turned into sleeping logs and then tomatoes. Why?"

"Just wondering,"

"Mmm... okay." Sunny said emptying the last of her water onto a small plant growing by the armchair.

Frost clicked on the TV. "Hey, they're not talking about Team Sonic anymore," she commented.

"Great, that subject was getting B.o.r.i.n.g. News Reporters are like shark-parrot hybrids or something. When they smell gossip or news they dive into a gossip frenzy, and repeat it over, and over, and over, and over again."

"Half the time I'm surprised even Humans like that stuff. Don't get me wrong, It's cool when you first hear it but then after like a week of hearing it, it just gets old." She said.

"Humans," Sunny whispered shivering. "They give me the heebie jeebies. Bleh. No fur, no claws, not even a tail." Sunny looked pale as she recounted something and in barely a trembling whisper she said, "They even have black markets for...for...fur." Sunny shivered so fiercely she nearly toppled out of the chair.