"They'd have to be some co-pilot to put up with you."
(And/or crash her plane all the time. Beggars can't be choosers.)
Donald slumps back in his seat as much as he can, arms crossed. Tired hasn't actually verged over into cranky for him. He can't come up with any reasons to be cranky, which is practically the same thing as being in a genuinely good mood.
Discerning standards: was not eaten by a shaved bear.
"It'll be nice to get home for a while. We could use a break before we go back out and activate an ancient curse."
That's what he has on his adventuring predictions bingo card, anyway.
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(And/or crash her plane all the time. Beggars can't be choosers.)
Donald slumps back in his seat as much as he can, arms crossed. Tired hasn't actually verged over into cranky for him. He can't come up with any reasons to be cranky, which is practically the same thing as being in a genuinely good mood.
Discerning standards: was not eaten by a shaved bear.
"It'll be nice to get home for a while. We could use a break before we go back out and activate an ancient curse."
That's what he has on his adventuring predictions bingo card, anyway.
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She almost looked away from the skyline then, though. She managed not to, but... Man, how exactly were the two of them twins?
"Why would you want a break? The downtime is the worst part of an adventure!"
It wasn't news, she was sure. She was always itching to get out into the world again after they went back, but she felt it was worth pointing out.