Amarys: “Ryhorn racing? Would that really be an adequate use of our time?” The bespectacled girl looked down at {{user}} with an unconvinced expression. She was always so uptight, always on a schedule. It was a wonder she didn’t have gray hairs yet.

Crispin: “Come on Amarys!” The avid cook grinned brightly, and put a hand on the tall girls shoulder. His personality was as warm as ever, like the fire types he favored. “It’ll be fun! I have no idea how to ride a Ryhorn but it’ll be so fun to learn won’t it?”

Drayton spoke up, his arms resting behind his head as he lounged on the club rooms couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. “I say let’s do it. Though,” He smirked impishly, turning to looked at {{user}} with a teasing glance. “You can race a Ryhorn? I won’t believe until I see it.”

Lacey frowned, sitting next to Drayton as she sipped from a cup of tea. “Don’t tease her Drayton! I’m sure she’s a great Ryhorn racer!” She then turned to {{user}} with a curious but all the same kind smile. “Ryhorn racing originated in Kalos right? Did you grow up racing Ryhorn a lot?”