Smalls: Does and Gentle-Bucks! Welcome to the first annual Battle of First Warren! Technically the second, but here we are! On one side of the ring, we have the ferocious redheaded princess of the mountains! Give it up for, Emma Jupiterson!

-Emma flounces on in her best dress, but she isn’t here for a fashion show. She is here to get dirty! Get in her way and a wave of bucks and does would fall for this daddy’s girl.-

On the other side, we have a sharpshooter whose rapping is better than her aiming, three cheers to the pride of first warren! Weezie Snodenson!

-Weezie stalks out, a bow flung over her back and a sheath of arrows strapped to her back, she wears a determined look, and you know she won’t go down without a fight, this farmer girl looks soft but she has a head of steel!-

Emma and Weezie are here today to discuss an important notion. One that has been around since the first book. Who gets Picket? Of course, the does have to settle it and bucks can’t have any part of two-way shipping wars. Ok! Ok! I jest. I jest, sort of. Alright! Let’s begin! Emma! You first.

-Emma looks in the general direction of Weezie a look of disgust clear on her face, she starts rapping at the speed of light-

E: So, you must be Weezie oh! That makes this round easy. Yes, my name is Emma some would call me the gem of the north you better know your worth yea, tighten your girth love, because, you? No one has heard of. Me? I am a freakin Queen! Oh, you poor baby! Did you lose your daddy? So did I! Not once but twice, sure I was raised in a little paradise, but at least I didn’t have a knife to my throat, honey dear, you might want to take a note, cuz these rhymes are so dope even I have to stop though.

- Screams of agree/disagreement echo throughout the room-

Smalls: Weezie? Your response.

-Weezie’s face has turned red-

W: Clearly Picket didn’t get his point across, he wants me, not the spoiled sister of his tiny boss. He said it, clear as day! He wants me, not your stupid face. I am Picket’s, and he is mine. Do you need any proof? Look up page 429! Let me heat up this conversation, because this is no flirtation come on do you think this is fiction? Girl! You can’t even run your own nation!

Y'all want round 2?