You're simply adequate
at singing. At this rate, Hurricanrana's going to outshine you.
"Winter wrap-up, winter wrap-up!" Desert sings, joining in even as she strains to resist Vizsla. "Let's finish our holiday cheer / Winter wrap-up, winter wrap-up! / 'Cause tomorrow spring is here! / 'Cause tomorrow spring is here!"
Here comes the second stanza. Mudi, gripping her staff in her teeth, points it at you, giving you a mismatched pair of pegasus wings. Well, pegasi are mentioned in this part, aren't they?>>762880
Despite the full-on inspection (with Anzu begrudgingly ceasing her bouncing to aid the inspection), no threats are found.
"Let us be on, then," Hours says.
"Hold up," Anzu says.
"You have a concern, soldier?" Hours asks, his brow wrinkled.
"I do," Anzu says. "When's the last time any of you ate or drank?"
"As Buiwong explained," LSZ says. "The body experiences no need for food, drink, sleep, nor most other base biological functions while in Tartarus."
"Exactly!" Anzu says. "There's no way that's good for us psychologically. What if we're down here so long our bodies acclimate, and we just forget how to breathe or digest once we're out of here? Why don't we set up camp here awhile and practice all those base biological functions?"
She rethinks that proposition. "Most of them, anyway."
Hours looks frustrated, but LSZ nods. "I support the notion. Set up camp, and I'll set about establishing barriers and wards."
Hours looks frustrated. "Sir Freischutz, surely you agree–"
Freischutz is busy setting up a comfy looking campsite.
"Already!?" Hours gasps. "I thought I was fast."
"You have to have fast hooves to hold the title of Freeshooter," Anzu brags.>>762879
"I make it myself," the Witch says. "If I had any interest in coming back topside, I would fully be able to. So, don't worry about the tea."
Flow nods and heads for the latter, before stopping to look at the others. "Do any of you object to Shorthorned handling the discussion?"
"No, but I'll be present here," Voyage says. "Oh, can you put extra sugar in mine?"
"Not if I have the lot of it!" Rooster says, heading up.
"No fair, I want some too," Supper gripes as she follows.