"Careful. You're getting pretty close to being weirdly altruistic yourself, these days." She knows she's not the only one March does nice things for, no matter how much he might bitch about it. Looking into a corner, she nudges at a dried-up bundle of fur and grass that was probably some animal's nest not that long ago. "And I dunno if that's what we're going for. Just saying it's what we've got, because this place weirdly doesn't have a bar already."

And yet it desperately needs one, some dive of a watering hole like Shorty's, someplace people can come and drink and have a place to be that isn't the Community Hall, their own homes, or the woods.

She straightens and sets her hands on her hips, pushing back her coat in a mirror image of March's usual stance. "I'd give a lot for a mechanical bull."