[Every country girl needs a good tool belt. Knife, hammer, hoof file, rope, flint and tinder...]

Ah...yeah. I guess you're right.

[Her cheery demeanor slips just slightly at the recollection. The Storm she still never did understand how it had happened or how they'd actually stopped it, the cuts on her rump stitched up, the way the poor metal androids had fared... How foreign it all had been.]

I guess the Bon dance would be kind of useless in a place like this anyway...

[No use trying to welcome ancestors home when you're... not home.]

Still- I really liked the last one. It helped me meet a lot of people.