Anneka sits up, her hair flopping down over her eyes in a tangled mop. "They sound neater, too." She jangles the coins around in her pocket and grins.

Kaz climbs up into Anneka's pew. "Yeah, well." She clinks as she moves. "Makes for a good rhythm section, at least."

Anneka eyes the garbage bag knotted up on the floor, and hefts it up onto a pew. The glass inside clinks about, quietly. "Bottles, bottles, bottles." She untangles the bag's knot, and tugs out a narrow-necked blue bottle-- It looks like it could have housed bottled water, or something like it. "I was tellin' N'vada 'bout this cool store I found. They had a big thing for recyclin' cans 'n stuff, an' one of th'people there let me wash some bottles out, so I could keep 'em." She holds the bottle up to the church's murky light. "I was thinkin' of doin' somethin' with them."

Kaz watches the light filter through it. "Yeah? Like what?"

Anneka holds the bottle up to her eyes, and looks about at the church through it-- At Kaz, Nevada, then the windows and rafters. She grins. "Well, somethin' for a window, maybe. So th'light could go through them. That'd be cool, an' blue too."

Kaz thuds gently to the ground and climbs back under the pew. Fetching her bag, she leans over the back of the pew and adds, looking at the bottle, "Y'c'n cut it up 'n make a mobile outta it or somethin'."

There's a weird noise outside the church, barely audible through the heavy doors -- like rollerskates on cobblestones, almost, and a girl's voice, "...damn!" More rolling, slightly louder, and, "dammit, get back here..." The rolling stops, and shortly after, the front door begins to open.

Anneka nods. "Uh-huh. Lotsa stuff. I'll have to think 'bout what." She nudges the bag around a bit and looks inside, then measures out a careful count with her fingers. "One, two, three--" Her voice trails off, then rises again. "Seven." She grins. "Lots of--" Her gaze trails over to the church door.

Nevada zones out, in proper Madison fashion. He has his walkman on, stretched out on a seat in the balcony.

Kaz hands Anneka a Coke. Evidently, it's from the bag. "Y'can stick, like, other shit. Rocks an'--" she stops, and glances toward the door.

Anneka is not so distracted that she doesn't grin. "Thanks-- Real thirsty." The soda is quickly popped open, the cub's eyes getting brighter.

The reason for the slow opening of the door becomes evident as Bernie slips in -- it's hard to open a door with both hands behind one's back. She pushes it closed again with the sole of a boot as she glances around, eyes adjusting to the dimness within. "Heya," she greets the shapes within. "Lookin' for a cub. Female, 'bout so high..." No gesture to accompany that, though.

Nevada leans forward slightly, fading the volume on his walkman. He looks down from the balcony with a curious look and a definite smirk about to become a grin.

Kaz points with one finger at Anneka, over her head, and then opens her own Coke up.

Anneka blinks twice, and grins back at Bernie. "Hi! I---" She looks around, as if no one in particular fit that description. "--guess she's hidin' in a real big coat, like this?" She tugs at her hood, her smile quirking up a bit more about the edges.

Outside, the rumble-putter of a vintage Italian scooter pulls up in front of the church.

Bernie glances over at the cub, thoughtfully, and walks toward her. "Mmm, could be. That one might do, anyhow. Not feelin' so picky..." She pauses at the sound of the scooter, grin widening a tad as she continues, "...anyhow. I gotta package for her." The hands come from behind her back, holding a somewhat beat-up looking but evidentally usable skateboard out to Anneka, "...sign here."

Kaz starts grinning, quietly, and quickly gets out of the way of potentially energetic Annekas.

The sandy-haired girl is leaning down, peeking under a pew as if a cub might be sneaking about underneath one, so when she sits up again, her eyes are quite nearly level with the board. She blinks twice, her eyes getting large and round. "I don' think she's-- oh, cool!" She stands so quick that she quite nearly leaves her coat behind. Anneka giggles a bit, fumbling her way out of the gigantic thing, then pounces towards Bernie. "Wowthanks!"

Nevada starts to chuckle.

Matt pushes the doors open with one hand, pausing to give them a brief, appraising look. His other hand bears a single styrofoam container. Judging from the scowl and the work clothes, it would seem he's had a less than stellar shift at the restaurant.

Bernie squeaks, lifting the board a bit out of a sudden fear that it might end up embedded in her sternum, and laughs. "No problem," she replies, grinning again, "...an' have you been a =good= li'l cub this year?" With that, she passes it over again. It's fairly plain -- looks as though it had stickers on it once, but someone removed them as best they could. The deck is black, aside from that, and the wheels, for some reason, are electric blue, but not excessively worn. She glances over to the door, as it opens, and turns the grin on Matt. "Hey."

Anneka laughs. "I think so. Jus' don't ask me 'bout schoooooool!"

Kaz, again, climbs under the pew, though in Bernie's direction this time, and surfaces to get a look at the board. "Rockin'," she pronounces, and then calls, "Hey, yo, Matt!"

"Word up, Matt. Where'd ya turn up the board, Bunny?" Nevada asks from the balcony, starting to disengage from his walkman as he moves around up there. The church creaks.

Anneka takes the skateboard, gingerly, her nimble fingers running over the wheels once she's got the board cradled in her arms. She's beaming, he hair tumbled down over her eyes as she looks down at the 'board. "Oh, cool. Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She quite nearly squeaks, grins at the wheels. "Excellent," she whispers.

Matt nods to Kaz, gives Bernie an attempt at a smile, then abandons it for Nevada. "Oi. Doan't mind me. Joost makin' a Sugar Daddy delivery." He lumps toward the stairs, glancing at the hyperkinetic cub out of the corner of his eye. Not going to ask, apparently.

Bernie's own grin fades slightly as Matt heads toward the basement, and she glances after him a second, looking concerned. It's not gone completely, though, and she does answer Nevada, "...tch. Shouldn't ask that, y'might end up an accessory! ...tie, maybe, or a feather boa..." A pause, and she shakes her head, "...nah, I found it at Goodwill. They hadda blue plastic one also, but it was all wobbly an', I dunno, this one seemed better."

Kaz flops onto a pew and, apparently, goes to sleep, under her hat.

The balcony creaks again, then there's the clickclack of toenails as Nevada starts down the stairs in Lupus. His chokechain collar jangles away. Matt is briefly afforded an amused doggy expression before his gaze flicks over the church. Just looking at the cub makes his tail wag. ~God bless Goodwill,~ he ruffs, then stretches his muzzle in a yawn. Going out for patrol. Be good. Don't break nothin' Raggedy Ann.

Matt returns up the stairs, making a bee-line for the door. "'m goin' back to th' mickey ta change. Cath up wif you later. Nice plank, cub."

Anneka sets the board down on the floor and steps up onto it. The wheels turn slightly, nudging the cub back a bit before she's gotten her balance. She grins, rocking a little, her head canted slightly. "The wood ones are lots better." Then she gets a most impish grin, and pushes off, rolling down the aisle to the end before tilting the board up and twirling around with a squeak. She looks back at Bernie.

Bernie waves slightly to Matt, looking almost distressed for a moment, but it passes as she turns to watch the cub. "Yeah, I kina figgered. I mean, I can't do a thing with either of 'em, but still. Plus, th' wheels were cooler, 'f y'ask me." She sighs lightly, and plops into a pew, poking a finger lightly at the sleeping Kaz, who doesn't stir.

Anneka grins, pushes off again-- harder, this time-- and starts to roll down the aisle, fast and faster on the second push. From where she's sitting Bernie likely wouldn't see the cub's left foot slide back along the board until it rested at the center, or the flick of her right as she hit's the board's tail, giving herself the momentum to spring into the air. It's a small and careful ollie, by all accounts, but it sure sounds loud in the church, and Anneka is beaming when she lands with an 'umf' and rolls up to the cliath. "Very cool."

Bernie giggles, watching, and shakes her head a little. "Looks like it works, yeah? Cool beans." She stretches a bit, and half curls up in the pew. "...I tried t' try it out an' all, but I'm not so talented with that kina thing, y'know? Almost lost it on th' way over here...." Which explains the rolly noises, and the minor swearing.

Anneka does another ollie to get up onto the dias, with a hop, and rolls around there in circles before jumping back down the way she came. Electric blue wheels grip and roll as she loops her way back to the pew, where she flops down. The board ends up in her lap, and for a moment it looks like the cub is hugging it. She grins. "It works." Then she's giggling. "I kinda heard that."

Bernie's grin goes a tad sheepish, and she shrugs. "Yeah, well. My talents lie elsewhere, I guess. So. Whatcha been up to, lately? Learned everythin' there is t' learn yet?"

Anneka pulls her legs up and sets the board on her lap, upside down. Her gaze gentles a bit as she runs a hand along wheels and trucks. "I bet someone was thinking that 'cause it was scruffy, it wasn't good. But it is. The trucks and wheels are great, and the deck's real strong, too." She looks over at Bernie, grinning. "Like us, huh?" She grins even more at the question. "Pickin' up bottles. I got /three dollars/ from recyclin' 'em, an' I kept some of the pretty ones."

"Way t' get metaphorical," Bernie teases, but nods. "Yeah, like us, I guess. I guess kina like Stuff, in gen'ral, too." There's a capital 'S' there, clearly. "Though, I don' think skateboards count. Whatcha doin' with th' pretty bottles? Just settin' 'em somewhere, or...?"

Anneka is hugging the board when she leans over to peer down at a beat-up black garbage bag. "I was kinda thinkin' of takin' the bottoms and makin' somethin' to put over a window. An' Kaz said a mobile'd be cool, too, so th'tops could do somethin', too." Her curly hair tumbles around her face. "I've been thinkin' 'bout Stuff. I feel kinda bad about my coat--"

Bernie's brow furrows at that. "...bad 'bout it? How so?" Her gaze diverts to the coat in question, looking it over. "An' th' projects sound cool. Could kinda make th' Church some stained glass windows, yeah?"

Anneka shrugs a little. "Well, it was /new/. I coulda gotten somethin' else that'd be warm, too." The coat does indeed look as new as something that has tromped around with a cub for a week or so can. She blinks and starts to smile a bit again. "Wow. Windows for the church would be real cool. I'd hafta learn how t'do that, though!"

Bernie shrugs, leaning back, "Nothin' wrong with gettin' new things once inna while, 'f y'can, an' all. This shirt was new when I got it... an' I dunno 'bout =you=, but I know =I'm= not real big on th' idea-a, say, secon'-hand unnerwear..." She smiles, and adds, "an' I bet there's books at th' library say how t' make stained glass. All you'd need's th' solder, I think, seein' as your glass's already properly coloured an' all, yeah?"

Anneka starts giggling even more, and wrinkles her nose. "Ew-- Yeah, I want my /own/ unnerwear." She rocks back a bit, slouching back into her seat, and brushes a lock of hair away from her eyes. "I guess I know Stuff's lots more than that. It's makin' sure we don't take things we don't need, an' takin' care of stuff, so it lasts and-- everything." The cub looks over to Bernie. "That'd be way cool. I'll hafta-- get more colored bottles!" She grins.

Bernie laughs, "Yeah. Good luck with findin' red, orange, yellow, an' purple ones... but blue, green, brown an' clear, those oughta work. Make maybe, y'know, a tree scene, or somethin'. Or find, like, old broken glass plates an' lamps an' shit. Add t' th' palette. An', yeah, Stuff's partly that, an' partly... seein' what's cool an' useful where lotsa people just see junk. Y'know?"

Anneka looks around at the church windows, at the sun scattered through their murky panes. "Wow. I'm gonna hafta ask Elan-- With blue you can make lotsa ocean stuff." She grins, twists about again to glance at Bernie. "It's a frame of mind," she says, her voice solemn, her eyes bright.

"Mmm, yup," Bernie replies, eyes scanning the windows as well. "...y'gotta library card? Prolly not, huh... we oughta getcha one. Then y'c'n look it up an' all. I think it'd be pretty kickass. Miss th' ocean, sometimes."

Joey opens the door using his back, slippign inside and closing the door behind him with an audible *thunk*. He lifts his cap, looking around. Today, the male Gnawer seems subdued a little, eyes looking as if he hasn't had much sleep.

With the half moon in the sky, it's harder for a certain sandy-haired cub to sit still at all, and so Anneka lets her skateboard down. Sturdy rubber wheels scoot forward a bit, before she's standing, balanced, on the deck. She's about to push off towards the dias when she looks back at Bernie, and Joey beyond her. "Oh-- Hey, hi, Joey!"

Bernie glances over her shoulder to see the other Ragabash, and lifts a hand in a casual wave. "Heya. 'sup? Y'don't look so good. I mean, no 'fense, but. Y'a'ight?"

Joey lifts his head up, as if waking up. "Oh, hey guys," he says, cheerily, as he meanders down the aisle. He starts to rummage in his pockets. "Yo, Annie, Bern. Have some Stuff for Annie. Took me a while to track it down." He smiles, a little sheepishly. "Sure I'm okay," he answers.

Bernie grins, reassured, and looks over to the cub. "Hey, lookin' like your day, innit?" she addresses her, before looking back to Joey. "Glad t' hear it. Haven't been seein' ya 'round a lot lately, y'know? Been busy?" She watches with interest to see what's produced.

Anneka's eyes dart towards Bernie's, then back to Joey. Whatever she sees between the two draws her smile up a bit more, and she rolls her skateboard out down the center aisle, to where she can lean against a pew, near Bernie. "It has been a really wow day. An' a library card would be /real/ cool."

Joey shrugs. "Kinda, kinda not," he says to Bernie, non-commitally. He finds the things, soon enough, and holds them out for the Gnawer cub. "These are for you, kid," he says to Anneka. In one hand is a fresh, unopened, one-pound bag of Peanut Butter M&Ms. In the other is a light green plastic harmonica. "Gets boring between lessons, so this can keep ya occupied."

Bernie gestures vaguely with one hand, "...there, y'see?" She unfolds her legs, stretching them out, and puts them up atop the pew in front of her, ankles crossed. "I'll take ya down t' get one, then, 'f y'want," she adds, "t'marra, maybe. That desk's closed by now."

Anneka's smile gets bigger, though it really shows more in how she's standing, the way she'd be wagging her tail if she had one. A lupine sort of smile. "Thanks, Joey." Nimble, pale hands cradle both-- the M&M's under her arm, the harmonica up where she can regard it with green-eyed curiosity. She grins. "I don't know how to play a harmonica."

Joey chuckles softly. "Cool, I'll be useful then," he says. "It's something to keep your hands busy, mostly, but a little music is always cool." He plops down on a nearby pew, looking around, as if a little lost. "What you all teaching her, Bern?"

"Me or in gen'ral? I'm not doin' that much, right now. Just hangin'." The girl shrugs, pushing her curls back behind her ears. "She's already gotten 'most everythin', seems like."

Anneka finds her way back to her pew, swooping the skateboard's nose around, and rolling her way back to where she can curl up near the dark lump of her coat. The M&Ms are tucked away in one of her coat's voluminous pockets, the skateboard propped at easy reach. She glances over to Bernie and Joey. "I still don't know too much 'bout gifts. I know She gives them to us but-- Do I have any? How do people learn them?"

Joey hmmms, watching the cub. The pocketing of the gear brings a smile to his face, as he sees his own reflection for a moment. "Well, cool. Annie, you seem like you have a clue. Us Gnawers are grateful for it. Trust me." He thinks again. "Gifts, we'll get to. As a Tribe we teach them to ya, when we feel you're good enough. You're still new, and trust me, it ain't personal."

Bernie puts on an uncharacteristic, airily arrogant tone. It can't possibly be serious. "She's clueful, I like her. She reminds me of me," she announces, and then smirks, going back to normal. "Mosta th' Gifts, we'll show ya later... things that'll be useful t'ya an' all, y'know? But he's right, 's good t' have a li'l time t' deal with th' other shit first."

Anneka turns the harmonica about in slender fingers and nods, a corner of her mouth turning up in a lopsided smile, then a giggle at Bernie. "Well, I'm already learnin' a lotta stuff." She puffs a breath out through the harmonica, winces at the sound that results. "Oops-- And there's a /lot/ of stuff. If you told me 'bout alla it a few weeks ago, I woulda run." There's a smirk at that. "I guess I did, almost, but Yi caught me."

Joey can't help but chuckle. "Sneaky Gnawers, always runnin' too fast," he quips. "You get some time to take it in and hang around with others and not make an ass of yerself." He coughs, and it makes a *couROTEMgh* kind of sound. "But I think you'll do fine, Annie."

Bernie laughs. "That door woulda stopped ya 'f she hadn't. 's =strong=. Built t' stand up t' panicked cubs, an' all." She nods agreement with Joey, though, "...an' yeah. You oughta do fine. Seems like so far everyone's impressed."

There are small things that change with the cub-- Her back gets a little straighter, her smile wider. She looks away from the harmonica to the two cliath. "Thanks-- Thank you. I'm just runnin', tryin' t'keep up-- 's good nobody thinks I hafta get bit in the butt."

Joey rolls off his pew, shifting into Lupus as he moves, quickly. He pads over to the cub at full speed, barking loudly. By his stance, it can be seen that Smokes is having fun.

Bernie snickers. "Quick!" she calls to the cub, "cover your ass!"

Anneka blinks, laughing. There's a scramble as she shifts to lupus as well. She ends up atop a pew, the harmonica in her long mouth. Uh-oh! My butt!

Smokes-the-Weed gives merry, non-Litany-Breaking chase to the girl. Run, girl, run, he yips. He lopes easily more used to the Lupus form. It builds ~Character!~ he adds, laughing allt he while.

Hey, nothing in the Litany says Garou Shall Not Bite Butt of Garou, after all. Bernie just watches, giggling a bit and shaking her head. "Run, run! You dunno where that mouth's =been=!"

Anneka yaps, dropping the harmonica quick and careful before tearing off across a pew and down into the aisles, her tail waving around like crazy, her paws scrabbling for purchase on the floor. Sure, she's agile, but she has her rear end to protect, and she's never been chased! I'm running!

Smokes-the-Weed starts working on a pattern to chase the cub around in. He starts running her to circle the edge of the Church floor itself, trying to tire her out.

Scrabble, scrabble, scrabble. Blunt claws tick on the floor as Anneka darts around and under pews, toes splayed out to get a purchase on the floor. Nevertheless, like some sort of movie monster, Smokes is just there. She barks and starts scrambling out towards the outer aisles. Her tongue lolls out as she jinks and rushes about. Sure, her rear end is in mortal danger, but she looks like she's having fun! She ends up under a pew, tail curled around her rear though.

Bernie watches in amusement, quiet now.

Smokes-the-Weed comes closer to the pew, sniffing as if he doesn't smell the cub there. Now now...where did Runs-in-Circles go? Where can she be. He pads closer to Anneka's hiding spot, mockingly oblivious.

Anneka sits still, though her tail stirs a little and the sturdy muscles of her hind legs gain a little more tension. She watches Smokes-the-Weed, ears skewed. I'm not under here, she opines.

"Nobody unner there but us chickens," Bernie agrees, lying down on the pew to better see the canine's-eye view of the proceedings.

Smokes-the-Weed is close enough to be next to the cub under the pew. Is she here, he asks, peering under one pew. No. Is she under this one. No again. He backs up a few paces, then moves very quickly, using his Rage to fuel his speed for a quick nip and release of Anneka's tail. Gotcha!

Yellow canine eyes get really huge, and Anneka scrambles out between the pews. Yelp! She scrambles out into an aisle, where she ends up sitting on her haunches in something of an awkward heap. One ear's sticking up, the other skewed off to the side. She's laughing, in the lupine fashion. My tail! She looks down at the caudal appendage in question.

Bernie laughs, and applauds. "Aaaand let's see th' scores... 8.4, 9.2, 9.6, Oohhhhhhh, and a 4.8 from the tough Russian judge!" She pushes back up to sitting in the pew, pulling her legs up indian style.

Smokes-the-Weed comes around the pew to press a wet, cold nose into Anneka's side. In other forms than the one you were born in, you will heal quickly. You give good chase.

Anneka's tail draws down to a respectful cant, though she's still laughing in the canine fashion, her body brimming over with the energy poured down from her moon. She ducks her head, a lupine bow. Thank you! And you chase well! I am glad you did not bite my rump.

Smokes-the-Weed rolls over on the ground, belly-up. I did not have to. You have not done anything to make me feel I should do that. He gives the girl a wink, in Lupus. Wears-the-Rat should teach you about running more, or myself.

Bernie makes something of a face at the name, but doesn't comment... and she answers to it, apparently. "Running's good. Getcha t' th' Farmhouse hella faster, for one thing."

Anneka cants her head, then twirls about in place three times before curling up, her tail over her nose, an ear sticking up. I don't know Wears-the-Rat, I think. Her eyes turn to Bernie. And I think a lot about that. Maybe tomorrow I'll try! Three-Blades said I have to be careful about dog-catchers before I cross the river.

Smokes-the-Weed's ears flatten. It is not safe for stray dogs outside of here. The humans gather them up for the pound. It used to be better, but that is a story for another time.

Bernie nods. "I meant for the wooded part. Y'gotta be careful where y'run..." She runs a hand through her curls, "...an' Wears-The-Rat's what Elan called me. It... doesn't feel right, though. Mostly I'm just still Reads-In-Darkness, 'til I get somethin' else that fits."

Anneka turns an ear back. A nod in the canine fashion. She warned me about being lupus before I crossed the river. Her tail sweeps about a bit. I don't have the word for the place across it where humans are. ~Crossing~ After there it would be safer to change. She glances to Bernie-- There's a question in yellow lupine eyes, but she doesn't ask it.

Smokes-the-Weed back away, saying the forest is not his place, but the woods where we keep holy are a nice place to sit and think. he shifts upward, flopping down onto a pew as Anneka seems to need to ask Bernie something.

Bernie cocks her head at Anneka, noting the question, but not able to interpret it.

Anneka remains on the floor, curling herself into a crosslegged heap when she has the arms and legs to sit in the human fashion. She looks to Bernie, then glances down at her hands. "I was wonderin' about the name, but-- " She ducks her head slightly. Her hands look like they'd like a harmonica in them.

Joey stands up, stuff his hands back in his pockets. "Goin' outside," he says lowly. "be right back and all."

Bernie blinks. "Oh. Wears-Th'-Rat, y'mean? 'kay, well, see, my cubname was Reads-In-Darkness. Only th' one, 'cause I'm apparently hard t' name, but I tend t' get distracted when I'm readin' an' not notice it gettin' late, an' all... Rotor-Rooter's got a buncha names, 'cause, well. Anyway. So we get cubnames, like Joey jus' called you Runs-In-Circles, y'know? An' then," she pauses, nodding to Joey, "...anyway, an' then when y'Rite, us'ly y'get a new name. A deedname, or a ritename, they're called. Y'know? So... th' beginnin' of my Rite, b'fore it got t' th' really =doin'= somethin' bit, I ended up in th' forma a rat, in a buncha times an' places through history... kina, I guess, showin' how Rat's everywhere, sees everythin', an' we're all one... an' so after I came back I told Elan th' storya th' Rite, an' he called me Wears-Th'-Rat." She pauses, and shrugs again. "..so that's where that came from."

Anneka brushes her hair out of her eyes and waves to Joey. "Thanks for the lesson." She's smiling, still, when she turns back to Bernie.

Joey smiles at them both, noting he wasn't asked about his deed name, but he's cool with that. he stands up, and heads out.

Anneka leans forward a bit, propping her chin up on the palm of a pale hand. She furrows her brow slightly. "Kaz and Max were thinking about a name for me. A cub-name, that I could say when I was wolfin'." She sits up a bit more, grins. "What was it like being-- a rat?"

Bernie gestures toward the doors, where Joey's just disappeared, "...Runs-In-Circles isn't bad. Though, we'd be havin' some weird 'dox parallelism goin' on, then, since Matt's was Speaks-In-Circles... I'll letcha know 'f I thinka anythin' good. An' it was a'ight, weird, kina. Bein' that small, an' not bein' sure what I was able t' do, y'know? But I di'n' hafta do anythin', really... I was back t' me b'fore th' part where I hadda =do= stuff."

Anneka sits back a bit, rests her hands on her knees. "I almost said that it must've been real weird, but after turnin' into a wolf, it's kinda hard to say that anything is weird at all. Ever." She grins again, tilting her head. "I didn't know that Matt's name was Speaks-in-Circles."

Bernie nods, regaining her grin as she talks about her packmate, "...yeah. 'causea his accent an' all, y'know? Some people have trouble parsin' it. I dunno why, mostly 's perfickly simple. But sometimes I end up havin' t' translate for people. 'specially th' slang. So anyway, someone called him that, an' it stuck. Onea th' lupes called him Voice-of-Crows, same reason. But that one di'n' stick. Roger once said I oughta be called Confuses-Th'-List'ner, which I kina liked, act'ly, but that di'n' stick, either. They don't, always, y'know?"

Anneka scrunches her nose up a bit, but she's smiling. "I was wonderin' what he meant by 'bloody sausages', but I dunno if I wanta know. He sounds real cool, even if I don' know what he's talkin' bout." She nods. "That happens with human names 'n all. Sometimes nicks don't stick."

"He =is= real cool," Bernie replies, the grin remaining firmly in place for the nonce. "...an' yeah, 'zactly. Far as what he's talkin' 'bout, though, sometimes it d'pends on context, like anyone, but you c'n ask, an' stuff, y'know? I still ask sometimes when I can't figure somethin' out. So far seems like you do okay, though. Y'oughta see Yi's expression sometimes when she's tryin' t' unnerstand somea th' slang..." She giggles, and shakes her head. "...which anyhow r'minds me I oughta be gettin' back for dinner, 'bout now..." She pushes up from the pew, slinging her backpack back on. "'f you're hungry, that food he brought by earlier'll be in th' fridge."

Anneka pulls herself up to her feet, and tugs slender fingers through her curly hair. She grins. "I know /I/ have a real hard time with it." She pads over to her coat, which she wriggles into before picking her skateboard up. Her eyes trail down to it and she starts to smile more. "Thanks, Bernie. A whole lot."

Bernie shrugs negligently, but looks quite pleased. "'s nothin'. Glad y'like it, though. Oughta speed up th' partsa goin' outta town y'can't do in wolf, too, yeah?" She heads toward the door, backwards, as she adds, "so, have fun an' all? An' let me know, 'f y'need anythin' or wanna know stuff, right? I'm mostly 'round, here or th' park or th' Farmhouse or th' Library or whereever, 'f I'm not at th' Dec'dence."

Anneka nods, smiling as she picks up the garbage bag on the floor. Bottles clink about quietly, inside, as she starts edging her way towards the basement. "A library card would be way neat." She stops then, glances back at Bernie. "--An' some help, too. I can read but--" She shrugs. "I'm pretty bad at it."

Bernie blinks. Oh, right. Somehow, that sort of thing never occurs to her. "Sure, a'ight. I c'n help with that an' all. 's easy. I'll come by an' finda ya next few days, we c'n pop over an' find some books an' shit, yeah?" She turns as she reaches the door, and pulls it open. "Later!" she exclaims, before passing through and heading back to the world at large.