Mason had been setting up her scales when she heard someone sit next to her. She gave said someone a quick sideways-glance and decided from the braids that it was Rachel even before she had greeted her. "Hey, Rachie-Ru!" she lifted her head and focused on her instead of the scales, "You ready to mash up some Acro----------"

Mason gawked at Rachel. I am not going to laugh, I am not going to laugh. Merlin I need to laugh.

She raised her finger to Rach's freckled, and sharpied, face. She traced the elephant with her finger before smirking, "That elephant looks a little disfigured to me." she told Rachel with a slight smirk, "Who decided to use your face as a canvas?"

She gave her friend a sympathetic smile and tried wiping some of the ink off. Nothing.

This reeked of revenge. And there was only one person bold enough to do something like this. . .