"But-" She scrunched up her nose, "We'll have a family meeting at my place tonight, 8 pm. Don't be late." She shifted back into Methone and then ran away, hopping through the woods which the bear came from.
He gladly explained vandalism, citing some purple haired photographer getting chased by a bear and wrecking the site a little.
They bought most of it, and then he spent his evening getting the low down from his siblings in which he decided that drinking would be a new habit to have.
He kind of regretted coming back to DC.
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