"Ew, that is a SICK name!" Peck cried.
She was talking to Lisa as they walked through the bamboo woods, worrying about how some phantoms were already infiltrating the Jamaa borders. War would start soon.
"That is all I can think of, sadly." Lisa explained.
"Yes, very sadly." Peck said in disgust. The Mating Prom would start tonight, and the alphas without a boyfriend/girlfriend would dance with Alphas of the opposite gender and test their compatibility.
They went inside, both wondering why the other could be so disgusting.
That night, Greely, Amelia, Kragok, LaSalle, Marco and Harper went to the movie theater for a premiere of Roaremo and Juliet, the new movie set for release.
The other Alphas, however, laid down a makeshift disco floor and made a glass disco ball where the Soup Day table was (until Amelia fed it to a Frost Dragon) and started to make every pair they could.
Results:
Lisa seemed to like Cosmo a lot.
Graham liked Sophia a lot.
Sir Gilbert somewhat liked Ruby.
All of the others, however, didn't make a match. Glumly limping from their twisted ankles and stormy feelings, they hobbled back to their rooms.
"Peck, I guess that it was ridiculous, you were right." Lisa sighed.
Peck beamed, as she had gotten her way again.
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