Wolfy tapped the counter, then grinned. "Entree, or dessert?" He looked over at the fridge, which was massive, and thought of several recipes that leaped to the forefront of his mind.
Tango laughed. "It takes practice to do that one. Wild horses are taught to do that when we're young, as a game. My... my brother ad I used to try and see who could spin the fastest." She became sad, her eyes glistening with tears, head lowered under the weight of her memories.



