Sarah, Cliff wanted to be your best friend now. All panting and smiling (well, as much as a dog could) and ignoring April.

"Yeah, Cliff, you're a friend ho, we get it," April pronounced fondly before heading over to the kitchen table to dump down the armful of ice cream and cutlery. That did get his attention, so Sarah was saved from pit bull hand-kisses and whatnot, at least for now. "Cherry Garcia," April announced as she claimed a chair and a frisbee to eat off of. "Rock on."