they wanna eat the whole cake; any

[Perfect]

what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them

The woman watches at the goat man as he gives her an eerie smile. She quirks one non existent brow at his odd behavior. Since the man was half goat then she could only suspect his brain was as well. Perfect wonders if she should slow down her speech or enunciate her words more clearly for the damaged man.

Poor guy. His brain must be broke.

Pale glass eyes watch him cynically as she quietly debates how to continue with his company. But her name on his lips draws her away from her mind so she may look more clearly upon him. He is moody, broody and strange but Perfect figures 'what the hell?' Going home with a strange land that her daddy once made can't be so bad right? "Yes, Pan-ge-uh, will be fine Bruise." The dark mare speaks slowly, a bit loudly,  so the poor social awkward, scatter brained man may understand that she has accepted his invitation. "Let us go then. The field is bor-ing." A flicker of a flame's smile pulls at her pretty lips before she starts off.

perfect

((don't mind her, laura. she is regina george of beqanna lmao))