The two giggled at their sisters reaction. "I would offer for you to join me," Sihla began with a broad smile. "Though those with a metal butt would rust." "Rust?" They both gasped suddenly. "I have half a mind to come in there and just toss you around a bit." The more metallic sister called out while with holding a smile. "Ah-ah." Sihla started laughing. "You would sink to the bottom, and then rust." "Okay. Okay." The mixed sister broke in. "Listening to the two of you go back and forth is amusing, but Prime wants us in attendance. She had updated information on the young ones." "The gen-8s?" Sihla headed for the shore with excitement in her movements. "What kind of information?" "She didn't elaborate further, but everyone is to be in attendance in the main cathedral." "Lets go." Sihla moved past them and headed down the path. "What's the hold up? All that metal weighing you down?" "I'm going to peel her skin off." "Get in line." The other laughed as she spun and headed along behind the excited blonde.