:: Liberty grabs her bag and slings the strap over chest. Her gaze goes to Lou :: Shadegrove, right?
:: then she looks around and announces to the room at large ::
Anyone else in the condos may want to go with us. That wolf thingy is still out that way last I knew.
:: she looks to the Main St group ::
Do you mind a caboose as far as the cut-off? After getting shot walking in the woods I'm thinking the road, cranky fey or not, is a better bet.
Oh. :: she adds :: I want to roast marshmallows. I have never done that. And make s'mores.