Greg walked over to one of the cushions surrounding the table and sat down. He placed his frog on another one of the seats and then waved for Kite to sit down in another. He kicked his legs under the table before folding them into a crisscross.

"Yes." He wasn't a picky eater and has been known to eat strange things in the past. "Why are their cushions on the floor. Are we having a sleep over?!"

Greg looked back at Kenshin and smiled. Sleep overs were great!