Re: Troy & Illyana & open
"Troy!" The Russian girl called after her very own Jimmy-Apple-Core. She rushed up to catch him, latched on around his forearm, and then quickly slowed her pace to match his stride. "Oh, I am sorry. Professor Sprout. Where are you off to now?" Illyana asked though she had already decided to hitch her wagon to Hemlock for the forseeable future. "I beat Piotr in Graveyard Golf and now he is sulking," big jerk. "But I won one of these," Illyana said and then lifted her free arm to display her yard-long-plastic-slushie-drink. She moved the crazy straw near Troy's mouth and offered him a taste. "Is good," she purred with a smile.