Naming the newbie.

Before the pink garbbed one could speak, Raven held up her hand. "You can keep calling ME Raven. I had the name first and I'm rather attached to it," she said. I shrugged. That was fair enough. She had the name first. First come, first serve.

The pink one's ears drooped. Apparently SHE wanted to be Raven. I rubbed my chin. "Hmm...since you're Raven's desire...maybe you can take on a suitable name for that," I suggested. "Something like...Desiree." In response, the newly dubbed Desiree jumped onto my lap and kissed my face.

"Oooh, you're so SMART!" she cooed. "Looks and brains! Who could ask for m...ERK!" Desiree was cut off by hands grabbing her ears. Raven gave them a tug, pulling her off me. "Get off him! You can't just jump on him whenever you please!" she chided. It seems the process worked well on Raven.

Desiree tugged her ears free and pouted a moment before flashing a smile. "Somebody's jealous..." she sing-songed. Raven bristled but said nothing. Either she wasn't denying it or she was attempting to not dignify that comment with a response.

"This is better then a TV soap opera," Gwen mused, watching the proceedings with great interest.