Junior

Leona Pollendina

Zemi Dreigiau

Script

Leona: Lettme run and grab my stuff! *grins* Won't Uncle Fu be surprised? *as she runs out the door, there in the window walking along the path is Junior and Zemi*

-Outside of Sam's-

Junior: At least this time you don't have matching bruises on both legs. *helps Zemi limp towards Sam's*

Zemi: I just don't know that I'm cut out for all of this. It used to be so easy.

Junior: I don't think you're doing that bad. Besides, it's nothing that a cup of Sam's chicken soup can't make feel better.

Zemi: I suppose you're right. And there's always tomorrow.