Zack was the master of the segue! Especially when he was making those segues into corners of the world that he was stupidly proud of! It was the 'see, seee, I did good, can I have biscuits and walkies now' part of being so widely known as a puppy.

"Reserve meetings," he agreed, in a tone that was a couple decibels shy of a chirp. "There are two groups, one on Tuesdays for the fighters who use physical weapons, like my sword, or arrows or guns, and then another one that meets on Wednesdays, for people who have powers, magical or whatever, and for people who want to act as support for either group! I'm one of the leaders of the Tuesday group."

Hands on hips! Hold that pose!