Joey nearly stumbled. "A bard? A Bard?!" The words fell from his mouth as if they were made of lima-bean-flavored lead. "No, not a chance. Trust me, you do not want to play a bard."

His tail was noticeably puffed as it lashed behind him with indignation. "How about a paladin? Those are cool. You get to be strong and righteous. Still get a little bit of magic, but you're more a stoic leader type. A big, powerful anchor that holds the team together." A smile warmed his face as he looked up at his wingmate. "You're already pretty good at that, so it should be an easy fit, right?"

The grin widened. "Besides, with me playing a rogue, you're bound to catch me doing things I shouldn't, and have to set me straight. Well, straight like lawful good straight, not straight like, y'know, normal straight. Because, uhhh... Oh! Look, the dumbell rack has just opened up. Let's get some stretching in, then get started!"