The sound of a truck driven badly may or may not be familiar by now, but the bustling noises outside probably are. And the Kaz coming through the door, paper bag in hand, talking over her shoulder to the two Gnawers following her, probably is too. "...No, I don't get this, like, impulse to fucking kill himself, it must be that he's fucked in the head, but hey, who cares, I ain't /there/ right now, so I can /relax/."

In the back of the house, Owen steps into the dining room through the sliding glass door.

"I just wish," Bernie grumbles, following Kaz in the door, "that if he's gotta be suicidal, he'd be a li'l more fuckin' -effective- 'bout it..." She sighs, and shakes her head, tucking several curls back behind her ears as she enters. They've returned to their original position within five steps. "But yeah. Relaxin' good. I approvea it."

The lack of horrible screeching and crashing metal sounds makes for a pretty safe assumption that that Kazzy woman driver didn't plow the van through the other vehicle parked outside. The Mystery Machine, if it were inclined towards anthropomorphism, would heave a sigh of relief. Instead, it just looks sad and junkyardable. Inside, its driver, Nevada, is dozing off on the couch, bits of straw stuck to his clothing.

Yi simply growls her dislike, but doesn't voice more than a small comment, "Maybe he's trying, but we just don't see it..." The canto-gnawer has been thinking about her and Nev's earlier conversation on similar topics.

In the back of the house, Owen walks in by the back door, dufflebag suspended from his shoulder and a roll of duct tape in hand. He goes first for the fridge.

Kaz tosses the bag on the couch and then flops onto it herself, not taking off her coat yet. "Tryinna do what, die, or get better?"

Bernie joins Kaz on the couch, dropping her backpack on the floor and tkaing up her usual spot in the corner of the cushions. She looks the dozing Gnawer over curiously, and picks off a bit of straw, looking it over as well before flicking it aside. "Either way, he's not tryin' hard -enough-."

Sighing, Yi takes up a spot beside the couch on one of the floor cushions. "That he's trying to get better. He's still young, and obviously hard headed. But maybe we don't need a sledgehammer to learn him. Just some underhanded slip-in-his-ears acid." Her eyes gaze upwards at the two she came with. "If we keep telling him he's dumb, incorrigible, then he's either going to fight it, or believe us."

Nevada jumps like a shot cat when the bag and Gnawers hit the couch. For a split second, he's not sure if he just awakened to an ambush or alien abduction or freaky kidnapping or what. But, seeing that it's only a room full of twelve foot primal killing machines, he lets the panic out with a breath. Farmhouse. He's at the farmhouse. OK. "Uh," he says, blinking at them. "Morning."

Coming down the stairs rubbing a hand through his hair, and with his other in a jacket pocket, Cameron looks a little rumpled, as if he's just woken. "I knew someone who was told by everyone that she was dumb. She started believing it." he announces to the room by way of greeting. "Pity, because I liked her. She was strong, and actually smart. But shit happens." He stops at the base of the stairs, scanning the room.

The metis, who has particular reason to wince at the idea of self esteem issues, winces. "Yeah. I know. I been tryin'. I try t'... T'actually make friends with him, but then he always goes and pisses me off. An', I dunno, mebbe if I can't treat him like a human bein', I should stop teachin' him, except then --" She breaks off as Nev wakes up. "Um," she says, awkwardly, "Sorry. I never wake up when people do that, see."

Bernie shakes her head, looking over at Yi, "I never told him he was stupid or couldn't learn, all I ever said is he -won't- which he -won't-. Drives me up th' fuckin' -wall-." She shakes her head again, trying to clear some of the seething annoyance the other Gnawer cub engenders in her, and manages a smile and a wave of greeting to Cameron before she picks another bit of straw off Nevada and queries, "...what, you been havin' a roll in th' hay?" And wonder of wonders, no blush. Apparently she's adjusting somewhat.

Kaz grins as she spots Cam, but then it fades into something that looks almost like guilt. "Shit," she mutters, and rummages in the bag, silent.

Yi shrugs a little and wets her lips. "And I knew someone like him. Sifu kicked him out of class plenty of times." She turns her eyes away, neck muscles tightening a little. "He ended up turning on us. Went dancing, you know," she says in a barely audible whisper.

In the back of the house, Owen pulls a coke out from the fridge then puts the duct tape into a cabinet. Done with that, he walks on into the front room, dropping the dufflebag with the sound of metal and wood clanking around at the doorway seperating the rooms.

Cameron raises an eyebrow at Yi, and smiles ruefully. "Just gotta love being us." He mutters, with a hint of acid. In a more congenial tone, he adds, "So many guests. Can I get anyone anything?"

In the back of the house, Owen passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house. Owen has arrived.

Kaz comes up empty, and then just looks at her hands. "Nah, Cam," she says, quietly. "Thanks, though." Kaz, struck silent. There's an odd sight.

"Actually," Nevada says, suavely looking like he meant to be all hay-ey,"I'm trying'a transmogrify into a Chia pet. You ain't helpin', Bunny." He mock-swats at her hand, grinning at her. He leans in to scratch at Yi's hair, lightly, in greeting.

Cameron shrugs, and returns his other hand to his jacket pockets, then after a few moments of looking queryingly at Kaz, he stalks into the kitchen.

Cameron goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to enter the back room of the house. Cameron has left.

Kaz takes some hay out of Nevada's hair, mutters, "Scuse," and heads into the kitchen.

Kaz goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to enter the back room of the house. Kaz has left.

Bernie ahhhhhhhs, with a slow nod, as if this were an eminently reasonable explanation. "Well, that ain't gonna work, y'know. Y'need -sprouts- for that. So, see,w hat we do is, we go buy us a packeta seeds in th' city, then we hose ya down an' stick 'em t' you. Given some sun we oughta be makin' sprout sammiches in no time, Ch-ch-ch-chia." She grins back, now, and adjusts herself more comfortably in the corner. Yi's comment removes some of the cheeriness she'd regained, as she replies, "Yeah, well. Y'know that old sayin', 'f you're not with us, you're 'gainst us? I don' wanna see him havin' t' be killed or goin' t' th' dark side either, but he's gotta get -with- us...." She shakes her head again, slightly. "I'm gonna shut up, now. Y'all c'n handle what t' do with cubs."

Yi attempts to lighten the mood she seemed to have brought down yet again, with a glance towards Nevada. "You're trying to be green?" Then as Owen steps in, her eyes slide over towards all the clanking and clunking duffelbag of doom.

In the back of the house, Cameron is brewing a mug of coffee when Kaz enters the kitchen. He appears to hear her entering, and turns to check and see who it is, then returns his attention to the kettle.

In the back of the house, Kaz ambles over and hands him the bag. It would seem to contain Ding Dongs. She looks at him silently for a moment, and then asks, "There some reason why you're comin' out all acerb t'night?"

"It ain't easy," Nevada informs Yi. The darkening of mood seems to have gone over his head entirely. And that's quite a feat, considering the way his hair's sticking up. This he notices, apparently, by some strange instinct, and corrects oh-so-smoothly. His Fashion Sense is tingling. "Growin' stuff on me?" he asks. "I d'know.. I ain't that dirty." He licks a finger and tries to scrub a smudge mark off his jaw.

Owen casually opens his can with a pop, then leans against a wall. "Sounds like your cub is still bein' a shit."

In the back of the house, Cameron raises an eyebrow at the bag, and looks at it amusedly. "Hmm. These for anyone specific?" He looks back at Kaz with the same slightly amused expression. "Could ask you why went all silent when I came in, too." The kettle starts to boil and he turns to deal with it.

In the back of the house, Kaz says, "Think of it as a gift, since it is, sorta. Or anyways, it ain't a loan." She starts at the teakettle, and takes a deep breath. "'Cause you said somethin'. Hit home. That's all."

"...still, again, whatever," Bernie mutters, and eyes Nevada. "Yeah, you're right, not dirty 'nough. Remind me we oughta cover you in, like, peat moss, or sod or somethin', first."

In the back of the house, Cameron turns and smiles. "Sorry, then." He rubs a hand through his hair, and stirs his coffee with the other. "I always thought it'd take a bit more than bad memories to make you shut up." He gives her a wink and a wide grin, then focusses on the mug.

In the back of the house, Kaz actually looks fond, through her exasperation. "Bad memories of a cub I lost, and bad memories of my own upbringing. Kinda hit home twice. Happens that way. Still don't answer why you're in th' mood y'are. 'Less I'm just imaginin' shit."

Yi gives the Get another cautious glance before deciding he's going to be relatively harmless for now. "That'd mess up his recent haircut though wouldn't it?" she comments back at Bernie and Nevada, glancing up to the just this morning butterfly-knife mowed hair atop the galliard's head.

In the back of the house, Cameron's mouth twitches slightly, and he smiles wryly to cover it. "Bone Gnawer." He brings the coffee mug in front of him and leans against the counter, stirring. "Only the usual. People I care about are in trouble, and I'm here. Waiting, waiting and waiting some more. I know I had a pretty serious break, but it's like I've come back here to square one." He takes a sip of the coffee and licks his lips.

In the back of the house, Kaz snorts. "Yeah, that's me. 180 pounds of rough'n tumble nonsense. Who," she adds with a sigh, "Is feelin' guilty for almost givin' up on someone. But I can't..." She stops, and shrugs. Thumping her heel against the wall, she gives him a look. "Rina. Mob. Stuff like that, huh? She ain't on their list, if it helps."

Owen takes a drink. "Did I hear something about needing a sledgehammer when I walked in?"

Nevada and his wickedass 'do regard mere mortal Yi with a patient, benevolent look. "Nothing but an act of God could mess up this hair, really..," he says, leaning back. "That's the cool thing about it. It gets out of place, I look like I'm too busy wit' important things t'care. It gets stickin' up, I look wild an' reckless. It gets dirt in it, I look all lost an' alone an' sensitive-like. It gets hay in it, I look like... I made a comment to Ms. Alicia Jackson regarding her sibling's dire need of getting laidness."

In the back of the house, The look of slightly angry surprise could be either a warning that Kaz's comment had better not be fals hope, or from the fact that he's just snorted boiling coffee through his nose. Either way, Cameron looks incredulous, and annoyed. "The fuck? You sure you got the /whole/ list this time?" Bernie laughs. "Oh, is -that- whatcha look like? She not take that well?" The cub pulls her legs up beside her, curling them around. "...an' she 'round here somewhere, then, as a further question?"

In the back of the house, Kaz shrugs. "I dunno. All I know is, she ain't on the list. I dunno if it's a whole one or a half one or if it's been ripped out of a 300 page book where they keep all the names of people they wanna kill, but the list /I/ saw ain't got /her/ name on it. That's all."

Yi rubs the back of her neck to soothe some bristling about sledgehammers. "Nothing at all," she murmurs to the Get as she blinks back towards the kitchen. Nevada's comment elicits a soft chuckle from her, before she turns her gaze. "You know Alicia's brother?"

In the back of the house, Cameron's face is a picture of hope lost. He wipes his face, muttering sourly, "I see. Is it Chaser's pack's list? If so, it's not complete." He swishes the coffee around a few times in his mug, then tosses it in the sink, disgustedly. "No, maybe she's not on their hit list. Maybe throwing her out of a speeding limo covered in bruises is their way of introducing themselves." He turns on the tap and washes the freshly-brewed liquid down the sink, staring at it as it circles the wrong way down the plug-hole. "She's on the list."

"She's back at the compound now, mos' likely," Nevada says. "I came here lookin' f'you, Bunny, an' hey, there she was. But she agrees wit' me though, 'bout Big Tex. In fact.. " A grin starts to appear, but the newcomer Get, the coffee snortage, and Yi's question distract him. "Uh.. Benedict. Yeah. Y'could say that."

Owen shrugs, then finishes his drink, crumples the can, and goes back intot he kitchen to dispose of it.

Owen goes through the aperture at the northern end of the front hallway to enter the back room of the house. Owen has left.

In the back of the house, Kaz eyes the cub dubiously. "Man, remind me to come here next time I wanna be depressed. Hello? Ain't you never heard of optimism? Ain't you never heard of believin' in possibilities? Ain't you never heard of hope? An' besides," she adds, "We're lookin' out f'her. I mean. As much as we can." With a mutter, she adds, "As much's she'll let us."

Bernie grins. "Eggs. I dunno, he seemed okaie t' me. Kinda intense 'bout findin' 'lish, but can't really blame him for that... I oughta try an' see 'f I c'n find him, act'ly, I gave him a letter for her, only then when I went t' see 'f he had one t' send back, he wasn't 'round, an' then I kinda got distracted by everythin' else, 'cause I suck." She shrugs, sheepishly.

Yi gives Bernie's foot a light pat. "We'll have to swing by McDonald's some more. But that whole thing about Alicia's brother being kinfolk... well he might and he might not be, but that's for her tribe to decide and act on." She pauses. "If they act on it."

In the back of the house, Cameron's response is a shaking of his head as he heads to the fridge to fetch a can of Guiness. As he does so, the cub mutters under his breath, "/Damn/ her... fucking soldier, my ass." Turning to face Kaz with the can in his hand, Cameron smiles ruefully. "Maybe if this were a little less important." The can is opened, and he slams it down.

In the back of the house, Kaz looks at him steadily, despite the slamming. "Cameron. She /is/ a fucking soldier, and if you fuckin' forget that, you're gonna be in a world of trouble, once you get outta here. Don' ever try'n make her int' somethin' she ain't. Th' fact that she's also all fucked up and stuff, that's just... Well, not really the point." She adds, looking down, "An' I don' think I'm really in any shape t'be yellin' at you t'night."

"He has to be Kin," Nevada says, shaking his head. "I'm sure of it. In fact, I'll bet my -- " The Galliard pauses, glancing toward the kitchen.

"-If- they act on it," Bernie replies to Yi. "But by then he might be collectin' Social Security. Don' worry, I'm not gonna do anythin' t' test, though." She shrugs slightly, and glances toward the kitchen herself, listening to the other conversation a bit more openly.

In the back of the house, Owen tosses the can into the garbage. Not meaning to overhear but doing so anyways, "Her? That ain't your cub you're talkin' about." In the back of the house, Cameron winces at the taste of the beer and Kaz's words, both. "Anytime. I need it." he mutters. He sighs, and looks at the can in his hand wearily. "You heard the expression, 'Not on my Watch'?" He smiles at Kaz warmly. /Almost/ mockingly so. "Welcome to my new creed."

In the back of the house, Kaz tilts her head. "What, you gonna live the thought?"

In the back of the house, Cameron chugs a bit more of the beer. "Well, it's a damn sight better than the old one. 'Better you than me'." he mutters defensively.

In the back of the house, Kaz starts grinning, quietly. "Dude, you're my hero. Remind me to whine at you, next time I'm here, but I gotta go crash."

In the back of the house, Cameron grins wryly. "I hope you don't mean literally."

In the back of the house, Kaz clarifies, "Sleep before I die." Nudging him on the shoulder she adds, "See y'later."

Yi has also been quietly listening to the conversation in the kitchen, but then raises her voice a little to direct her question to Owen. "I think I heard somewhere that you were accompanying Jarred to Hanford. Is that right?"

In the back of the house, Cameron nods at Kaz, and blows a kiss. "Plenty of time to sleep when you're dead. Still." He grins and works on finishing his beer.

In the back of the house, Kaz calls into the living room, "Barn. Be in the barn, if y'all want me," and heads out there.

In the back of the house, Owen doesn't get an answer from his inquiry. He's about to go back to the fridge when he hears the question from the other room directed to him. "Jarred is following me to Hanford, yes," he corrects.

"What's in Hanford?" Nevada asks, lifting an eyebrow.

Yi nods towards the kitchen and turns to Nevada, a short smile casting on her features. "We'll find out soon enough. But there's a caern there. And some problems with it or something." Her hand comes up to gesture vaguely.

"How's Jar Jar been, by the way?" Nevada turns a glance to Yi, looking serious, even though he's reaching over to apply a noogie at Bernie's curly head.

In the back of the house, Owen corrects again. "There's a Caern there that should be dead. I'm gonna see if it really is or, if not, if it's being used by something."

Bernie hmmms. Interesting. Anything she might've said, though, is pretty much lost as she squeaks a little and ducks to try and avoid the attempted noogie. Not the dreaded noogie, no! Of course, a couch isn't the easiest place to maneuver, really.

Yi tries to look on dead serious as well, but fails and lets a light chuckle follow as Bernie squeaks. "I don't know, really, haven't seen him since his challenge with Steven-rhya. I've been busy trying to rally others for another go at the sewers." In the back of the house, Cameron finishes his can and crushes it into a very tiny ball. Which he then tosses into the bin. The cub fetches a new one and leans against the counter, considering walking out into the living room. For the moment, he contents himself with just listening and drinking.

In the back of the house, Owen gives Cameron a quick look, then proceeds to return to the front room.

In the back of the house, Owen passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house. Owen has arrived.

Nevada, now that he's suitably messed up Bernie's hair, roars and hugs her before he turns a look back to Yi. "Let's drop in on his place, outta the blue, one a'these days. Bring some pizza, some music.. good times," he says, grinning already. Then, he looks serious. He flipflops faces too easily. "About those sewers, Mulan.. "

Bernie makes a face, looking rather comically put out, but then grins, and hugs Nevada back before standing and heading toward the kitchen, finger-combing her curls as she goes. One advantage of unruly hair is immediately obvious: when people mess it up, it really doesn't make that big a difference.

"They're ugly, the underground. But after making a map of what manholes are where, aboveground, it's pretty safe to say if we regain the sewers, we will have a safe transportation route." Yi replies, glances towards the kitchen again.

Owen retrieves his dufflebag, shouldering the strap. He then makes his way out the front door.

"I wanta go wit' you all down there," Nevada says, leaning forward, arms slung on his knees. "I mean, nothin' gets me more excited than the chance'a drownin in a river a'human excrement, but it's /our/ river a'human excrement, damn it, an' the Wyrm can't have it."

In the back of the house, Cameron sculls the can and crunches it in a gesture of annoyance. After fetching another beer, he heads out into the Living room.

In the back of the house, Cameron passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house. Cameron has arrived.

Owen leaves through the front door. You can hear the screen door swing shut again with a clatter. Owen has left.

Bernie's foray into the kitchen seems to be targeted; she heads to the fridge and rescues one of the remaining cans of Guinness from the fate for being drunk by a Fianna cub. It gets to be drunk by a Gnawer cub, instead. Lucky beverage. Can acquired, she bumps the fridge shut again, and wanders back to the living room to reclaim her seat.

Yi nods. "I announced it at moot. So far, it's Signe's pack, Fenrir's Teeth, what Gnawers I can gather that can go down there, Allie, Sepdet, and maybe some more if they make it. The meeting will be very soon, as the moon is growing." She glances towards Bernie. "And... as much I really wish you could go, I would rather you stayed behind to watch the church." She keeps her gaze somewhat steady. "The sewers are /really/ ugly." She pauses, then also makes a note. "I have to ask Kaz sometime where Elan disappears to. And ask Sepdet, or some crescent, about talens. We can't fight what we can't see."

Bernie gives Yi the 'aw, mooom!' face again, and pops the top of her can. "Y'know, -'ventually- I'm gonna hafta go do that kinda thing..." She shrugs a little, though, and drops back into the couch corner, taking a drink.

"What kind'a Wyrmspawn we lookin' at, here, 'zactly?" Nevada's eyes are firmly on Yi, even as he greets Cameron with: "Hey, Sketcher."

Cameron stops dead at that, and eyes Nevada warily, sipping at his beer. "Right." he mutters, and goes over to lean against the wall near the doorway.

Yi glances at the can, almost thinking she might try one sometime around this time. "You will eventually yes," she replies to Bernie softly. "For now, we need you on the Veil-front, about that skeleton matter. If you can find Leda, that is." Yi looks at Nevada to respond. "Banes. Fomori. Whatever is breeding them," she replies seriously, though trying to keep the mood a little lighter in that aspect, she adds quietly, "Maybe some Ninja Turtles."

The Turtles comment elicits a wide grin from the Galliard. "Damn. Well, we can take 'em. Buncha pussies." He puffs up. "'Sides, wit' the Gnawa contingent we got goin' on, we can be our own Ninja Turdballs."

Cameron wrinkles his nose a little. "I'd love to fight, but... you know." He gestures around the farmhouse. "Under house-arrest."

Bernie finishes curling up again, and giggles at Nev's comment. Aside from that, she goes quiet, and just sips her drink, looking a little bit subdued.

Yi nods to Cameron. "It's appreciated, really it is." The Gnawer looks sincere on that. "I don't quite remember all that much from my cubhood... other than being shoved in a closet for almost half a day at times," she muses softly. "But that was necessary." She wets her lips a little. "The turtles we can handle I'm sure," she grins at Nevada. "It's those not quite glow-in-the-dark banes, that might put up more fight than Splinter."

In the back of the house, Steven passes through the open doorway for the front part of the house. Steven has arrived.

Steven sets his brown paper wrapped bottle down and blows into his cupped hands. "Colder than a witch's tit, out there."

Cameron shrugs. "I'm game. But yeah." He looks up at Steven's arrival, and gives him a respectful nod that merges with a slight nervousness. "Evening." His gaze falls on the brown paper bag, and the Fianna cub finishes off his beer.

Bernie, having barely started on her beer, continues to sip it, still curled in the corner of the sofa. She sits up a tiny bit straighter as the Fostern walks in, and lifts a hand in a slight wave. "Evening," she echoes.

Yi changes gears a moment as everyone seems to turn towards Steven. She too greets the fostern with a respectful dip of her head as she sits upon her floor cushion. "Evening, Steven-rhya."

"Splinter?" Nevada squints. "I figger, though, he'd be on our side. Bein' a giant rat, an' all... " He yawns into his palm. "Must be late, if we're anticipatin' eight foot 80s turtle men in a sewer raid." Like 'Sketcher,' Nevada nods to Steven. He doesn't know who that guy is, but if you see people with scars like that, you respect. Aretha Franklin would be proud.

Steven picks up his bottle and heads into the room, nodding mostly toward Cameron. "Nice little party you got here, kids. All you need now is a campfire, marshmellows, a deck of cards, and someone singing Kumbiyah."

Cameron grins and wiggles the empty can at Steven. "Settling for drink and wyrm-talk."

"Well," Bernie remarks, "I can provide the former and latter, and I think thing Yi can do the third, and there's marshmallows in the pantry... but I doubt a campfire on the rug would go over well, somehow." She sips her beer again, almost thoughtfully.

Steven shoves the bottle in Cameron's hand. It's quite chilled. "Drink something real," he says at the last. Bernie gets a quick considering look and then he turns back to the other Fianna.

Yi chuckles. It's like on cue, a deck of cards slips out of her sleeve and into the palm of her hand. Ah the skills of a not-so magician, or thief. "Right. Thanks to Joey of course." She grins a little before the cards disappear somewhere again. Her grin slides to Nevada. "It's late yes. Ought to be accompanying Kaz in the barn, or something."

Cameron looks at Steven with the beginnings of a smile, and tries to get a look at the label. "Eamon taught me something that should make this easier." The smile grows warmer. "Should I get some glasses?"

Steven snorts. "Don't need no glasses, kid. Just drink and shutup, already."

Nevada shoots Yi with a grin, one that's drowsy. "You go accompany t'your heart's content, or whateva. I think I'm ganna get gone. Get my ass back. Don't want to leave Numbnuts all by his lonesome. You take care, OK?"

Yi ponders this, then glances to Nevada, rising to her feet. "Well, I have some wok-oiling to do early tomorrow as well. Should head all the way back. Mind having a stray tagging on your heels?" She grins lopsidedly.

Cameron grins, and opens the bottle, taking a sniff as soon as the cap's off. The grin widens, and he tips the bottle back gently, a decent mouthful flushed through the throat. The cub blinks to keep his eyes from watering and smiles. "Mmm." He nods at Nevada, and reaches to give the bottle to his elder.

Yi adds towards Bernie, "Come with, or staying?"

"Sure, but ya don't gotta wok," Nevada says. "Brought the car, yo."

Bernie lifts a hand again, this time to wave to her tribemates. Apparently, she isn't joining them at present. "Fine then," she remarks good-naturedly, "Abandon me. I'm gonna stay here t'night, I think. Maybe sleep better." She shrugs slightly, and finishes the wave. "So, thanks, but nah. Later, Yi, ChiaPet."

Steven starts to take the bottle and then thinks better of it. "Keep it," Steven says. "I'm good for now." He watches some of the Gnawers clear out and then falls into his favorite armchair. "What's new?"

Yi glances from Nevada to Bernie, to Nevada, and back again. "Sure... I'll ... see you." She looks reluctant to leave from the newmoon cub's words, but moves towards the door still. "The car? The mystery machine?" Her query goes to the galliard.

A slightly surprised expression crosses Cameron's face, to be replaced with one of something resembling contentment. He gives smiles and nods to the departing Gnawers, and takes another mouthful from the bottle. Attention returning to Steven, he shrugs. "A Gift. To clear my head. Eamon's teaching me to shoot. Apart from exercise and chores... that's it."

"OK doke, see you aroun', Bunny," Nevada says, wiggling his fingers in a wave. The Fianna get a nod, Cameron in particular receiving a thumbs-up. The Gnawer Galliard heads out the door, yawning, and starting to tell Yi all about the bitchin stereo system capabilities that the shitmobile may or may not possess, depending on the antenna that's in the process of falling off.