Acry sets down her own bags, leaning them against her hooves as she sits on the log beside Nightshade."Thanks, I'll do my best!"She looks up at Liath's question, recognising one of her cookies as she does, "I did, I'm glad ya like them!"In a pleasant mood, and cosy from the warmth of the fire, Acry stretched, brainstorming the story she would share with everyone as she waited for the first storyteller to begin.