Lets burn the roof{ party, everyone invited!}and then we'll do it again!

"A story of transformation perhaps," Ashia suggested planning some possible moves out in her head which would fit into that category of storytelling dance. "Like I was something else, but now I have changed, but it is the best change I have ever experienced kind of story." Ashia did not know what to really compare the story to, but it would be something that anyone who had experienced some drastic transformation in personality or beliefs might be able to relate to. Although she had never gone into the text which went with the song, the words did have the potential to reflect this, or really any kind of intense joy.

Ashia took some time to think, "I'm guessing it might be more like how you might have felt right after choosing Christianity," (Muse kinda stopped for a moment)

Ashia gave a brief nod as she rose to her feet. "We have been talking for a while haven't we." she observed as part of the reason why they needed refreshments. Ashia was actually rather picky about what she would accept in that regard. Even though she was of the age where it was acceptable to partake in catnip and other such party poisons, this was one of the things the Abyssinian was strongly against. It was a good thing that there were a variety of things available at the refreshment bar, and not only, things she would refuse.

Using her extended sensory ability, which she still had not bothered to tell anyone about nor label, Ashia Proceeded to examine the available options. There were definitely a variety of things she could choose from, and many seemed undoubtedly free of the kind of things she had chosen to ban. Deciding did not take long, and she walked over to a chest which she could feel had cold things in it. From it, she took out a dish of plain Ice-cream. It was something far more preferable than the other possibilities. "I think this." she decided, bringing it out into Xerxes line of sight for a moment as she balanced it carefully with her forepaws.

Recap...

(they steal it from humans who accidentally left it on the porch, during their own partys)

Ashia glanced at what Xerxes had picked out, and in doing so thought that he too had picked out a good choice. Moving out of the way to allow other traffic around the bar, the Abyssinian balanced her cold delicacy on her forepaws, until finding where she would not need to worry about blocking anyone's way. The place was near where Xerxes had chosen, and she slid the ice cream onto the ground, where she would lap at it, while watching the others dance.