“Lava Rocks” but sung to the tune of Thunderstruck

So, that confirmed mom had known of this riad all along.  Misery would ask her about it later.  Had it come earlier than expected so no one was ready or had she wanted it to be a surprise to see reactions?  He’d have to speculate later though as a fake fight could always become a real one, though Misery did doubt it.  Best not to look the fool and be distracted when fighting someone who was not of their pack.

Even as he successfully grabbed the hat in his jaws Sparrow was moving.  She slammed into him, and Misery dropped to the ground, the new toy he’d gained was already lost.  Well, it had been more for making a point than a need to keep the item.  Misery preferred not to stand out and the hat guaranteed standing out.

Buy a girl dinner first huh? Misery stayed in the place where she’d dropped him, showing he acknowledged losing the fight.  “Keep the hat,” Misery acknowledged with grandiose generosity, “but since I’m letting you have it back I think a ‘thank you’ is in order.  Then you can tell me about yourself when things settle down.” What Misery lacked in fighting ability he made up for in a desire to collect knowledge of every little thing he could.

"Misery"