ooc: As far as I'm concerned, the more the merrier! I think the others will agree.
ic: "Alan!" said Bomboar, picking him up and tossing him in the air. "Upsy-daisy." He caught Alan and placed him on his shoulder. "Glad to see ya, sport. Been meltin' Redwall Abbey again? Ya got the makin's of a wonnerful storyteller."
Just then, a rock flew through the air, aimed at Devro. Bomboar caught it and said, "Now what's got inta ya head to do that? Devro ain't done nothin' ta deserve that!"
The little mouse said, "He's a vermin, and I don't want him here."
"Now, calm your head and thin' a bit. My pappy once said varmint is what varmint does, an' you's the only one actin' like a varmint. Now, I gotta give ya a choice. Ya c'n either shake paws with Devro and make nice-nice, or I c'n whistle up Ma Mellus, and she's gonna chuck ya inna tub an' scrub the hide offa yer. Now what's it gonna be?"
The mouse sulkily shook paws with Devro and walked away.
"Sad, ain't it?" said Bomboar.