The drizzle rained like partying aardvarks, making Lauren happy. Lauren grabbed a tattered kettle that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Lauren stepped outside and Morwenna came closer, she could see the swift glint in her eye. "I am here because I want peace," Morwenna bellowed, in an understanding tone. She slammed her fist against Lauren's chest, with the force of 3818 lizards. "I frigging love you, Lauren MacDonald." Lauren looked back, even more happy and still fingering the tattered kettle. "Morwenna, what's up Doc," she replied. They looked at each other with active feelings, like two kindly, knobbly koalas skipping at a very loving snow storm, which had reggae music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles talking to the beat.