A chorus of supposes

Vervain arched an eyebrow, nodding at his comments about the notice board. "That's a very good idea. At least until we can go out there and find out what we're dealing with. And who is setting them. I've never seen anyone hang nets from trees and call it a trap... unless it was a snare that was triggered by mistake..." She sighed and frowned, though it was something they could think about at a later time. Remi was alright, at least, and they knew to be more cautious next time. Remi pouted gloriously and Vai rewarded him by ruffling his hair affectionately. "I have drunk enough beer to know that the brewing process requires a lot of patience and waiting around." She winked to him. "Besides, you'll have enough on your plate trying to figure out how your'e going to do this in a place like the Sanctuary. Devrum was talking about growing potatoes for vodka, though..." She shrugged. Her husband was nothing if not horrifically inventive. "Compromise? Stay in bed the rest of the day, and I'll keep you company. We can make a start on writing those stories down." vervain where the wild things are