User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150223220511

Butler: Perhaps I have grown accustomed to your genius, sir.

* Through the mine's darkness glows a pair of cat eyes and a large mischievous grin to fit the voice.*

Cheshire Cat: Dear me, we are getting edgy. What are you doing here?

Thresher: Heh heh... Thanks, Ironworks.

* ''Thresher looks at the mop in his hooves. Yep, it's useless against the snow. He drops it and goes for a snow shovel instead.''

* Discord stands a short distance away, amused that neither Thresher nor Ironworks has asked him to simply snap the white drifts, trenches, and forts away.*