Yi beelines to the fridge, opening it up and momentarily glancing up at the cub before pulling out a pack of sliced ham. "So I see," she replies calmly and straightens up with a breadroll in hand as well. She just waits for the cub to begin.

"Ding dong, Avon calling!" comes a rather cheerful female voice from the top of the stairs. Bernie comes into view heading down them just after. "...anybody home?"

Yi gazes up towards the stairs and calls in answer, "C'mon down, you're the next runner up for the Price is Right!" Yep, someone watches too much TV.

Rotem moves to sit down at the nearby table before starting his story. "Y'see I was rooting around in the trash, and who do I hear making fun of a couple of punks? Why Hatchet of course! So I hop in a dumpster and shift to homid." He pauses to nod in Bernie's direction, "I gotta talk to you, Burns. Anyway, so I grab a beer bottle from the dumpster, and climb out, pretending to b-be drunk and all, y'know? So I kinda stumble past the punks, and Nev goes at 'em. So I walk past, and give one of 'em a beer bottle to the noggin!" Rotem makes a swinging hand motion as he says this, "I knock him out cold, and then go help Nev with the two that were on him. So we kick their asses of course... But that was just the start!" Rotem pulls out a bloody switchblade. "Got this outta Nev's leg. For m-my collection." He places it on the table. "So t-then I carve a nice R into the first punk's back, you know, Zoro style." Rotem chuckles, and produces a marker from the other pocket. "And Nev starts drawing on the unconscious one. You know, lips, mustache, eyelashes, the works." Rotem smirks, "The guy was about my size, so I took his pants too. They're upstairs on a pew." Another smile, from the obviously way too happy cub, "Nev s'plained to me about Loot, too."

Bernie has watched plenty of daytime game shows herself; she obligingly claps her hands together and squeals, running down the rest of the stairs appropriately for an excited contestant. And why not? She could win a new washer/dryer... or even a trip to Tahiti! Grinning, she settles down again, leaning against the counter, and listens to the other cub recount his tale.

Yi breaks the breadroll in hand and offers it with the package of ham to the newmoon cub while nodding to Rotem's story. "What did he tell you about 'Loot'?" she queries. Maybe she's not impressed with the Zorro-markings. Maybe she is, and just isn't showing it. Yi's just like dat, sometimes.

Yi pages to the room: Not a trip to Tahiti, not an all expense paid trip to Waikiki... no... you get, half a roll of bread and sliced ham!

Rotem pages to the room: I knew I shouldn't have passed on the first showcase.

Rotem shrugs, "Well, you got your Loot, being your cash stuff, you're Stuff, being your not cash, but cool, and your Shit, being.. shit."

Bernie waves the food off slightly, flashing Yi a grin. "Thanks, stuffed though. Matt made =the= most kickass dinner las' night, prime rib an' baked p'tatoes an' all, an' I'm tot'ly stuffed on leftovers right now..." She pushes her curls back to rest behind her shoulders, and continues, "...mostly came by jus' t' drop somethin' off for Rotary-Wing Aircraft here. Hey," this last addressed to the cub in question as she pulls an oddly shaped, small and somewhat squishy newspaper-wrapped package from her pocket, and pitches it to him with some care (as oxymoronic as that is), "heads up."

Rotem takes the squishy object and unwraps it, opening it up. "What's inside?" he asks curiously, still opening it.

Yi nods and opens up the ham package, taking out some slices before resealing and setting it back into the fridge. She takes a bite, leaning against the wall while also eyeing the package curiously, then Bernie.

At first, it appears to be... a bunch of cotton balls. Within them, however, is a quite decent looking glass eye. The 'white' of it is a tad pinky-yellow, by age or design, but it's detailed, with little blood vessels running thorough it and an (unfortunately) dark-brown iris with golden highlights. "...I dunno 'f you c'n =use= it 'r anythin'," Bernie starts as Rotem removes cotton balls to reveal it, "'cause, y'know, doctor I'm not, but I saw it an' went, hey, even 'f y' can't, it's damn cool. So, hey." She shrugs slightly, watching him.

Rotem smirks and looks to Bernie. "Thanks Burns. Still got the original one, but hey, I mean, this is like, cool." He picks up the eye and fingers it, rolling it around. "I mean, this is like, way awesome." He smiles to Bernie, putting the eyeball back down in the cotton, then moving to her and giving her a big hug, "Thanks Burns." He looks to her, "I wanted to talk to you about something, actually. You got five mins?"

Yi takes her sandwich, heading to one of the classrooms in the back to leave the cubs in their private conversation.

Bernie allows the hug, returning it briefly before stepping away and finding a comfortable spot to lean against the wall, hands in her jacket pockets. "Welcome," she replies, pleased that it's appreciated. "an' yeah, sure, I got five minutes 'fore I gotta go. 'sup?"

Rotem moves to sit on the countertop, and looks over at Bernie. He remains silent for a moment, watching her before speaking. "Well, Y'see. I been talking to people. About stuff. Y'know, how life is gonna be after getting Rited." He pauses, "And like, I'm thinking, a pack is like a family, only better. So, then I'm thinking, I already g-got some family. So, I wanted to like, I wanted to ask you. Y'know, if you would pack with me, after the whole Rite thing, whenever we do it. I just wanna, ya know, be with ya. I don't wanna end up with a bunch of strange peeps." Rotem shakes his head, "And I know you don't totally hate m-me, so I figured, ya know, I'd ask."

There's almost no sound from the back rooms, though a short shuffle of feet does indicate the other no-moon to be alive in the darkness.

Bernie blinks once, startled by this, and tilts her head, considering. "Well. First off, I'm flattered an' all. An' I'm not sayin' no; jus' not sayin' yes, either. I figure, you got," a moment's pause as she works it out in her head, "three months'r so at th' =very= 'least 'fore you're gonna be Ritin'. So that's plennya time for you t' work on shit, getcherself where lotsa packs wantcha, or maybe even d'cide y'wanna starta packa y'r own, yeah? Meanwhile..." She pauses again, this time figuring out different facts, "see, I'm s'posta Rite any time now, 'least tha's what I hear. An' since I found out 'bout packs, I got one I wanna start. An' I maybe got some people t' be in it, help me with what I wanna do, an' allat. If that doesn' work out, an' it might not, which'd suck, I'll prolly hook up with Kaz an' co, 'cause they kina 'vited me. An' then, I'm not gonna be in charge, so I can't say. 'f mine works out, maybe by th' time you Rite you'll wanna be in some other one, or maybe you'll wanna join up, an' maybe we'll all wantcha to, an' it'll all be peachy. But I'm not gonna promise anythin' now, 'cause it's too far 'way, an' too much shit c'n change. ...either way, you're not gonna end up with some random groupa people y'don' know -- like y'said, pack's like fam'ly, so's gonna be people y'like an' trust, an' vice versa." She grins fleetingly as she adds, "...which def'nitely doesn't mean they ain't gonna be a buncha strange peeps."

Rotem nods, and smiles. "So whatcha w-wanna pack with y'own under? If y-ya goin afta' rat I t-think he owes me a fava' Y'know, if you still looking, in couple months, when I get Rited."

Yi comes back, sans sandwich and a long staff in hand a few inches taller than her. She pauses at the cubs and their conversation, then decides to not interrupt them. "I'll be out on patrol, again," she notes to the two.

Bernie grins. "Dunno what Totem yet. Prolly not gonna be Rat, much 's I like 'er, 'cause Matt's not so sure he could be inna Rat pack, an' 'long as there's other options, tha's kina a deal-breaker. But th' thing I wanna do is, I wanna protect th' Park, take proper carea it an' all. 'cause th' city doesn', an' th' other packs, sure they'd fight off any Wyrm things that tried t' come in, but it needs more'n that, y'know? Dunno yet 'f they'll even let me do it, though. So, we'll see, y'know?" She stretches, pushing up from the wall. "Later, Yi," she says to the other Ragabash, then adds to Rotem, "I gotta split too. Gotta few things t' look after, y'know?"

Rotem nods to Bernie. "See ya Burns. And if ya get the whole park thing going, ya count me in, kay?"

"Noted, Smithers," Bernie replies in her best Mr. Burns voice, and adjusts the strap of the backpack over her shoulder, flashing Rotem a quick grin as she follows Yi out.