Vell, I don't haf to ask vat time of year it is...

[Rip's device is gently bobbing up and down as it floats near her. Rip's currently sitting on her living room floor with a small.. grey bunny on her lap that seems to be shedding literal cotton balls that are sticking to the sleeves of her button up shirt and her slacks. There's even a few broken eggshells not far from her....

Beyond that, Rip's... hair is a neon purple instead of its usual raven black and she looks a little annoyed by the change. She's trying to pick the cotton balls off of her but the more she tries, the more there seems to be.]

I vonder if Namur likes hasenpfeffer.

[Yes, she might be glaring at the rabbit in her lap when she says that despite how cute and innocent it looks.]

Und Pumpkin, put zhe device avay. I've told you more times zhan I can count not to play vith it.

[There seems to be a very sheepish sound of 'pumpkaboo' from behind the video before a vine snakes around and shuts it off.]

At the height of the day, a familiar face pops onto the network, her voice almost lost under the sound of the music pumping through the Studio as she weaves between the small clusters of dancers waiting their turn on the floor.

“Hi all,” she greets, slipping around a corner to the front of the airy space, tucking herself against a glittering wall behind the front desk. Maybe here she can be more easily heard. “So, if anyone is job hunting or looking for a fresh new gig this spring, Feather Light Studio is still looking for dance instructors and to fill a few other miscellaneous roles…” She glances around the corner as if to check on her last group, the smile on her face flooded with pride when she returns to the camera. “While I’d love to spend all of my time here, I believe I might have over-extended myse—“

She cringes hard at a sudden scream in her ear, face falling entirely flat and unimpressed, despite the echoed yelps of surprise from the dancers in the other ‘room’.

“…. and if anyone wants to adopt an delightful little chick, let me know.”

Though from the tone of her voice, she might immediately part ways with the baby bird now perched atop her shoulder if someone says they’ve skipped dinner.

Robin shows up on the feed to the tune of some horribly off-key singing. She's doing some work at the Cloak and Dagger, trying to enchant some items for customers, but her concentration's broken by the tiny thing's constant crooning. The little lizard hanging around her is posing and showing off like a prima-donna as if its singing is anywhere near good and it looks to her with pride, as if wanting some acknowledgement. The tactician's covering her ears and looking wholly displeased, but eventually removes a hand from her ears to pat it, anyway.

"...This thing's a curious creature, but I'm not sure if it can sing that well! Does anyone want to help me with this?"

Robin mumbles something under her breath...

"Um...I mean, it's a cute and friendly little fellow, but I can't focus. Does anyone want to take it for a walk or something? The last time I tried, it was a bit easier to handle, outdoors..."