"Alcohol ain't milk, pal, trust me," Myitt warns.
Corliss smirks. "Now that that ruddy hunter's gone AWOL, we can...I dunno. Play poker?"
"And bet with what? I don't have two pennies after tonight, not even a soul to wager," Myitt drolls. She looks around, noting the Crayak siblings were gone. "Hey, where'd the three stooges go?"
((Hehe...yeah I'd probably cry, too. All that plant matter, jesus... Please, please don't, Mr. Hork-Bajir...*sob*))