“What do you do with all those gems?“ The question was unsurprising, yet Rouge bucked her shoulders and huffed. “Amy, dear, a girl should always have a few secrets.“ Unsatisfied at the equally expected answer, the young hedgehog returned to her hobby of planning circumstantial, irritating lectures to correct her friends’ behavior, and smearing interesting-smelling fecal paste across her body. As was her custom, in the old country. Rouge sneered as the first coat of spit hit Amy’s hands, and flew away using