Sunny holds up the orb she's snatched triumphantly, while Casandra pursues, grabbing onto the collar of her tank top.

Sunny
* I FOUND HIM! I FOUND THE DAD!

—Casandra—
No you didn't! Your evidence is circumstantial!!



Coral and Polyta and Jiro arrive on the scene. Casandra has gotten the orb off of Sunny by now.

Coral
* Sunny?? What-- what are you doing? This isn't what we--

—Polyta—
Just what is going on here?

—Casandra—
Polyta, thank the Goddess you're here!
This girl is a thief! You need to apprehend her at once!

Sunny
* Thief!? THIS girl is a KIDNAPPER!!
* She slurped Coral's dad into a bauble and now she's selling him for fifty bucks a pop!

—Casandra—
Sixty bucks actually
But that's besides the point!!

—Polyta—
Casandra, is this true? Did you steal the kobold's father?

—Casandra—
Did I--?
Polyta! I am shocked! Are you seriously implying that I would seal a sentient, thinking being inside this magical artifact, for nothing more than my own financial gain? Me???

Polyta just kinda looks at Casandra

—Casandra—
Ouch. Okay.

—Jiro—
...
Maybe give that orb to the kobold girl, Casandra.
I guess it's... possible... the serpent is lying about this
Look. If these monster girls came all this way and put in all this effort to scam you out of 60G. At this point I think they deserve it

—Polyta—
Yes, I agree with Jiro.
We ought to take the conciliatory approach here.

—Casandra—
Excuse you, we still haven't proven anything yet.
Until the lizard and doggy crew produce some hard evidence for their outrageous claims, I'm not handing over a thing.

Coral
* What if... we break the orb?
* And then I can see if whatever ghost comes out is my dad!

—Casandra—
Oh, please. You're gonna say it's your dad no matter what pops out!

—Jiro—
...
Why are we even arguing over this. It's 60G.
Why are you like this
We'll know it's her dad if it's a kobold ghost, won't we
Have you ever stopped to think about what it's like to interact with you? You're like a walking talking migraine.

—Casandra—
That could be any kobold trapped in there! That doesn't prove anything!

—Polyta—
How many kobolds do you have imprisoned in orbs??

—Casandra—
Well-- I mean they're evil kobolds, you know? They totally deserve it.

Coral
* What does it mean to deserve--

—Casandra—
DON'T you start.

—Polyta—
Casandra. I understand you're protective of your property.
But we have customs here, of justice and of fairness.
I'm not going to make an exception for you just because we're dealing with outsiders here.

—Casandra—
How dare you! I cannot BELIEVE--



The Goddess arrives! She looks concerned and distressed!

—Goddess of Love—
Girls!! Is everything okay???

Coral
* Goddess!!

—Polyta—
Ah!!! Goddess! Yes, yes, everything is fine. We're just having something of a... property dispute.

Sunny
* Killer euphemism you got there, mate.
* Goldie here stole Coral's dad.

—Casandra—
No, that's-- I didn't!

—Goddess of Love—
Oh no no no, don't fight! Peace and Love are the most important things in the whole wide world! We must never ever forget that, no matter what!

Sunny
* Nice sentiment, mate, but judging by the moral character of some a' your followers here, it's worth about jack fuckin'--

—Polyta—
(Would you show some respect!?)

Sunny
* ...Fine.
* Love and Peace and all that, but that doesn't change the fact that your girl over there trapped a dead dad inside that bit of glassware.

—Casandra—
I swear, Goddess, there's not even a single dad in there!

—Goddess of Love—
Oh, a disagreement! It's okay, girls, even the bests of friends disagree sometimes!
But please don't worry!
I know just the thing to do.

The Goddess poses joyfully, delivering her wisdom!

—Goddess of Love—
Why don't we go settle this with a nice, clean game of Beach Volleyball!

Coral
* Oh!
* That does sound fun!

—Polyta—
What a wonderful idea, Goddess!

—Jiro—
...
Good thinking, go do that
Whatever gets me out of dealing with this

—Casandra—
Heck yeah! Volleyball!
I hope you two have been practicing...
Because word is? I'm a real demon on the court!

Sunny
* BEACH FUCKING VOLLEYBALL!??