PHOEBE
”At least I know you!” Phoebe said, rolling her eyes. ”Do you know how difficult it is to keep a straight face at the market when your companion keeps inserting sexual thoughts about you and the butcher? Or the miller? Or pick-a-man-at-random?” she grumbled, eyes still narrowed at the little dragon. But Remi couldn’t get his explanation out before he roared at Remi. Now she gaped. What on earth had gotten into her sweet little Pim?!Remi seemed to have it handled though. The little dragon reared up on his hind legs, wings flapping to keep him balanced on the post. The roar from Remi clearly took him off guard, and Pim eyed him warily, sniffing the air between them as if it might give him some clue as to what was going on with this fellow. After a few moments, Pim roared back at Remi, this time electricity sparking around his little fangs.
Dick measuring contest? In a manner of speaking.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
