Goose passed by and was more than ready to shove more grass down his boxers like an asshole.

He saw the stone in Erika's hand and paid it little mind... until he realized mid-leave that it was a very certain shape.

He leaned over and snickered immaturely, not knowing that this was Brock's.

"Aw, look. It's so tiny." Whether or not that was true. Goose was just mainly being an ass. "Where'd you get that cute little thing?"