The troupe set up camp in a nice little site. Trees stood tall around us, giving a lovely protection screen and some climbing opportunities for Amelia and I. With some sheets and rope we made ourselves hammocks. My striped one was the closest to the ground, and even Gourry had to stretch up. Which he did, constantly… in fact, he was still looking into my hammock as we were starting supper.

"Lad, get away from my hammock!" I warned him. I watched him hop off of the rock and push it back beside Lina. He sat on it and started eating again.

"You really need to be more considerate, Mr. Gourry," chirped Amelia. "It is rude to snoop into others things."

"I was curious," he simply said as he chewed over his fish. He looked around, gnawing of the fish. Once in a while, he would look over at my hammock.

"Definitely a Golden Retriever," I murmured to Zegadis, who just chuckled in response over his tea. "He has a horrid curiosity, not always bright, larger than other breeds, and is a people pleaser."

"Oh, wow that's almost spot on," whispered Zel. "Okay, that's kinda spooky. What about Lina?"

"Oh, that's easy, she's an English Bulldog," I answered. "Always hungry, snores, stoutly built, powerful, and often times lazy and selfish."

"Amelia?"

"A black Labrador," I answered. "Black due to her hair, actually, and does she like water?"

"She likes to swim," he admitted under his cup.

I smirked, "Xellos is a Basenji. Quiet, sneaky, intelligent, and needs a bell on his collar."

He chuckled and asked, "And, what of I?"

"You're a mix between an Australian Sheppard and a Great Pyrenees, Saint Bernard, Burmese Mountain Dog… Some type of guardian breed," I answered. "Guiding, calm, loyal, and observant when necessary and yet, you can also have energy, use your strength, and survive some of the harshest of conditions."

"Uh, thank you?" he asked and sipped his tea nervously.

"You're welcome," I agreed. "Mutts tend to have better backgrounds, health, and personalities, in my experience."

"Well, what are you, then?"

"Bull Terrier and Bull Mastiff," I answered without hesitation. "Hyper, clever, comical, and full of spirit and yet a couch potato, I am." I laughed at my own joke with Zel and paused to sigh. I realized that if Katherine were there, she would have added to it with an old, "Emphasis on the couch potato." And, then the two of us would have had another odd couple argument. I looked at Zel and smiled, concluding he would've loved seeing my sister and me working together and interacting like we always did. Or any of my other friends would intrigue him. I watched him and I suddenly thought of my old friend Lucia Hart. His proper etiquette for some reason reminded me of the lass.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you thinking about home again?"

"Well, yes and no," I softly admitted. "I was thinking about Lucia Hart. She turned up missing a few months ago and there's no trace of her since."

"Bad," he agreed. "Very bad, indeed. What made you think about her?"

"Tea."

"Tea made you think of your long-lost friend?"

"Well, you drinking it, actually," I added. "When I was able to be around her I was able to drink my favorite tea. She always kept Jasmine tea around because she knew I liked it, and she liked the smell… I hope she still can. Anyways, she always said I acted like a proper British woman when I drank my tea."

He chuckled, "And, that was bad?"

"Oh, a terrible insult, Zelgadis," I told him, smirking.

He smiled and insisted, "Continue." He leaned back on a rock and smirked, sipping on his tea. He was enjoying this too well.

"Lucia is a bit taller than Lucia's height, is super sweet, and… she has one the most dirty minds I've ever met despite her clean body," I said nonchalantly. "I mean, this is a girl who will follow any sentence that can ever be perverted with 'that's what she said'… unless it's a 'that's what he said' moment. But, she doesn't do it out of ill humor; she's really just a pervert. I'll never get that."

"You're really fond of her."

Even though it wasn't a question, I still answered, "I do."