"Tor...tu...ga?" Ikea said, tilting her head.
"Oh, the man out in the outskirts. My father mentioned him a few times, but we've never really been out of the town much..." Illana said, clutching her book to her chest. Her bag might get all sticky now but at least she could keep her book out of harm's way.
"Sounds like a plan. What do you think, Lari? Should we go?" She asked. She planned on going anyways, whatever Larietta's answer might be.
((Calling it a night, see you guys tomorrow))
Baa baa black sheep have you any booze? No sir, no sir, I'm a....sheep~