Spree Living Room, Sunday Afternoon

[wwiii]

What was a rich guy to do when he was stupidly bored, making faces at the fact that his normally four-person cabin was down to two and a hedgehog, and wanted to get his hands on something to help take the edge off?

Well, the cabins were named after candy, after all. And, while Warren had never really had the chance to indulge in, say, certain brand-names of candy while growing up, there was nothing keeping him from doing so now, right?

In spades?

Look, he had no frame of reference for things like, 'that is way too much money to spend on way too much candy.'

And that was why he was carrying a case of Spree into his cabin today. He'd been inspired.

This could only end in stomach ache.

[For the cabinmate! Unless you have some reason to be in Spree!]

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[trigons_child]

"I do not think they would," Raven said, shrugging slightly. "Not unless they suspected you would lie to them, or thought you were harming Karla in some way. But I know you have given me not reason to believe that."

Which was, in a way, oddly disappointing, but she banished that thought.

[wwiii]

Warren considered that statement for a moment, and then offered her a slight smile.

"So, I meet your approval?"

[trigons_child]

"I had liked you when I met you when we flew together," Raven said simply, "and I do not see any reason for that to change now."