"Eh." He shrugs. "I don't really think much about that sort of thing. Though Solution 9 is kinda pretty."

"Don't get to be an adventuring nunh that lasted this long without having to become immune to a lot of bullshit."

"My current record is 180 before going stir crazy. I think we'll be fine. Or at least I'll be fine."

((Every sinday, I try to draw sexy Van for y'all. And every sinday, I fail. u-u))

"Well, that's reassuring. As we don't know how long we're stuck in here."

"Being stuck in a cave with me all that terrible?" He snickers.

He's now pointing a stick with a roasted marshmallow on it at her, in offering.

"Though I do take payment in the form of gil, food, or anything that strikes my fancy at the time."

"It's all right. We can't all be followers of Thaliak."

He stares at her for a minute.

"I'm mildly concerned you thought I was serious."

"Nothing, I'm not a tank." He shrugs.

"I also didn't expect you ask for more details on how to subscribe."

"You know what magazines and newspapers are, right?" He looks at her, a little concerned.

Fair, fair.

"You asked why I was like this." He shrugged.

BAH. Like hell I do.

"Oh, I didn't know we were sharing backstories tonight. Alas, if you want the details of my life you have to pay for a premium subscription."

"Why not? Weren't you just telling jokes? I thought you were kitten' around." He suddenly has a bag of marshmallows.

I don't want to go anywhere or do anything.

"Yes. I'm glad you noticed the pun. I'm so very proud of you, kitten."

He's definitely the straight man in 90% of jokes.

Because I don't like people like that.

"No. I just find them unbearable." He answers flatly.

"Also their paws are the length of your face and torso combined. You really don't one stumbling your way when you're sleeping or eating."

I was implying I was going to intentionally lose my leg so I don't need ot go anywhere.

"Be on your guard, they might be stealthed." He pokes the fire a little to make it bigger.

..........

Meteor.

"Mhmn. Which is why I can hear the pout all the way over here." He flicked his tail as the fire finally roared to life.

"You can check for bears."

OH. Marketing. Bloody hell I thought I had to go kill someone for a second.

"Pouting will get you nowhere. I have eight children. 7 of them are daughters." He doesn't look at her as he says this, his focus on getting the fire to start.

....You mean a wheelchair?

Forced!?

"Unless you've got magic hands that'll make the wood not wet, then what're they gonna do except constantly bump into mine?" He snorts.

"Especially if there's bears." He says it so nonchalantly. He playfully whaps her with his tail. "I can do it, the sticks are just wet."