for the hundredth time or so / joining, o

[JERSEYBOY]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Arriving next was the New Jerseyan, who was quite used to snow. Jerseyboy didn't get cold very easily, as he had a high tolerance for it, and he had grown quite used to trudging through the powder. It was growing a bit tiring, though, so he figured that he'd return to the cave after he dealt with this person. He realized that he had been talking to Cry, the raven that he had once thought was a snack. Upon closer observation, Jerseyboy found that this was an adult... at least he sounded like one. And yet, he didn't look older than a year. Maybe he was just naturally small.

The tuxedo tom glanced from the raven and then back to the other. "Whaddya' need, pal?" Jerseyboy asked, as he hadn't specified what he exactly needed.