Just A Bunch Of Mistmantle Nonsense

Catkin: Almondflower keeps walking into it so I thought this would help

Scatter: Ladies, gentlemen, and others

Needle: Beloved friends and tolerated acquaintances

Tipp: Allies, enemies, and those I'm still deciding about

Todd: Fellow scoundrels

Hope: Ladies, gentlemen, and interesting miscellaneous

Urchin: Entities of interest

Fingal: A warm welcome to everyone who managed to sneak past the guards

Hope: no

Urchin: I did not

Fingal: I may have actually forgotten one

Scatter: also no

Corr: oh good, neither did I

Fingal: 42.

Hope: I’m gonna go with, yes?

Urchin: Actually, its true!

Urchin: 'Prettiest Smile'

Sepia: 'Nicest Personality'

Fingal: ‘Most likely to start a bar fight'

Arran: Fingal is teaching her to drive.

Padra: Fingal. Fingal. Is teaching Swanfeather. To drive.

Arran:

Arran: Oh no.

[Meanwhile]

Fingal: So there's two pedals. Sometimes there's three, but you can ignore the left ones.

Swanfeather: 'Kay

Fingal: The lines on the road are more suggestions than anything, same with the speed limit.

Swanfeather: Sweet.

Fingal: This switch is for the blinkers. hasn't worked in two years. Ready?

Swanfeather: Fuck yeah!

Fingal: GO GO GO

Catkin: A dragon sneezed

Swanfeather: I tried to light a candle with a flame thrower

Tipp and Todd: We tried to juggle torches

Crispin: Whittle, tell me what really happened

Whittle: Uhh

*flashes back to Catkin, Swanfeather, Tipp, and Todd arguing over if lightning a fire extinguisher on fire is possible *

Urchin: Head, shoulders, knees, and toes—

Hope: Turn up your nose and stoke that pose—

Fingal: HEEEEEYYY MACARENA!

Juniper:

Tide: language!

Catkin: yeah Swan, watch your fucking language

Tipp: OKAY WHO TAUGHT SWANFEATHER THE FUCK WORD?

Todd: "the fuck word'

Whittle: are you stupid? you guys use the f word all the time

Swanfeather: oh my gosh he censored it

Tipp: say fuck, Whittle

Tipp: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Catkin: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Catkin: What, why?

Oakleaf: She thinks it will keep monsters away.

Catkin: You fool. Leaving a light on gives the monsters a beacon that leads them straight to you.

Swanfeather: That's okay, they'll eat Tide first.

Hope: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel

Needle: A realist sees a freight train

Almondflower: It’s heart was black as coal

Catkin: It crept into her room one night

Urchin: Eating a family sized bag of chips

Needle: That little bag is definitely not family sized

Scatter: So we just like, lie here?

Fingal: Absolutely. Letting your cares melt away. Did you do something like this to relax on Whitewings