Saxons gaze drifted over the faces of his fellow groupies. Several pranks swirled around in his mind, but he was cut short by Mrs Fliss's appearance and at Pens comment he let out a short chuckle. *Rocks....* That gave him an idea. As everyone started to get up to move Saxon remained where he was for a few moments, scrabbling around in the soil and pocketing some pebbles. He wasn't exactly sure what he would do with them yet, but the more resources the better. As he picked up the last stone of many he spied a large worm slowly making its way through the grass. *Perfect!!!* 

He lurched forwards and picked it up by the tail, quickly enclosing it in the palm of his hand - not to tight of course, he didn't want to harm the thing merely use it. He pushed himself back onto his feet and dusted his trousers down with his free hand before slinging his rucksack over his shoulder and following the group.

He hung back for a few steps, his new prank had occurred out of spontaneity and so it was simple in structure but bound to be highly effective. It was such a decision as to who would have the delight of going first. His gaze came to rest upon Whitney as he spoke, he scoffed at his words - no speaking was no fun. The simple action of speaking up had placed him on Saxons prank radar. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy, quite the opposite it was just that someone had to go first so why not be him.

He stepped closer to Whitney coming up on his left and loosely draping it over his arm, "I hear you mate, but I agree with Terraline if the spot of King has come up I think I have an equal right to claim it. How about I duel you for it" he told him cheerily before returning his arm to his side, in that process he dropped the worm just inside the collar of the guys shirt before moving away to now stand next to Terry, surprised he remembered her name, although the groups had just been read out moments ago. He flashed her a charming smile although his gaze remained on the guy as he waited for a reaction, he may not even realise it was there - it all depended upon how the worm landed down the back of his shirt.