[Delphinus]
[If anyone is home at the Geardorm, a sparkling squidrat flattens and squeezes in under the door, shooting across the room in frantic squidratty circles. This wouldn't BE all that strange if the squidrat in question wasn't A. Ignoring the food and the multitude of Pavonian shinies. B. Look REALLY serious.]
No time, no time! She's made her move. We need to cut her off and we need to do it now!