"Back to mine," Hickey says, as he adjusts his position so that Fitzjames can get a better look at the dead rabbits slung over his shoulder. After all, he's still got to take these apart for dinner and removing the pelts for later use.

"Dinner awaits."

And really? If Fitzjames is fine with the conversation, Hickey is too. It's not like he enjoys spending time and chatting with Fitzjames, after all. "I'll see you around." Because of course he will. They're in the same bloody town.

With a little nod, Hickey goes to head off.