Yes.

Ducky muttered something that sounded like a garbled "I like fish on toast" and made her escape. Toxic continued to peer through the viewfinder thingy, utterly fascinated.
Copper wandered in. "Whatcha doing?" she inquired.
"Ssh," Toxic said absently. She shrugged.
"Fine. Be that way."

In the Tavern, Foo was busy splattering grease all over the floor, bar and patrons. Ducky was screeching at him, Acid, Electrik and Phish looked utterly mortified, and the rest of those within were busy laughing themselves to death.
Copper shook her head. "Yeesh. It's a madhouse in here!"
At that moment ...