Wendy the Werewolf Stalker, Saturday, Mid-Afternoon
A few of her conversations by the main campfire had sparked an idea in Karla's head, and so she headed back to the cabin briefly. Rounding up all the rum bottles that still contained liquid, even those that hadn't actually been opened last night, Karla brought them outside. "Excuse me?" she said, feeling more than a bit stupid, "all the reporter squirrels around? I'd really appreciate it if you'd agree not to report on any incriminating conversations and whatnot you here today, regarding certain boxer-related activities last night. In exchange, please feel free to take all this rum. Only fair that you should get to have a party if we did. Thanks."
[Establishy. NFI, NFB]
[Establishy. NFI, NFB]