Aubrey slides her hands from being crossed now to her hips. "Ain't it in the litany, 'The Veil should not be lifted'? Delirium is just the word to describe it then?" She brushes her bangs from her eyes, pulling them behind her ear. She glances along the kitchen, shifting on her feet from one to the other for a moment before coming still again.

Cameron blinks at Kaz, straightening up a bit. "Eh? What... /Dena/?" He sounds strangely confused. "In charge, /here/?" A moment to digest and accept, though, and he gives the equivalent of a facial shrug. "Huh." With an eye straying to the new cub, he adds, "Well. It's a touch more complicated than that. You can break the veil in /lotsa/ ways. But anyway. Prac time. C'mon. Barnwards."

Tyler leans with arms crossed against a far wall by the entrance to the living room.

"Wha?" Aubrey retorts, then loosely shrugs as she follows after Cameron. "Prac what?" She looks over her shoulder to see Kaz and Tyler behind her.

Kaz explains, "Practice shiftin', I guess. Or some Aussie sentiment I ain't gotten hold of yet, mebbe." She trails along behind, grabbing a new Coke as she goes.

Tyler stands up from against the wall, but doesn't follow.

Just as the others reach the rear door, it slides open, revealing a somewhat startled looking Gnawer Ragabash. Usually, the door opens onto the kitchen, not cubs. "Hey," she greets reflexively, with a quick grin, and slips in around them.

Tyler says, dropping his thick arms to his pockets. He replies, matter-of-factly, "Drinks-Deeply-of-the-Bitter-Cup-rhya."

Cameron stops at the back door, and a Bernie, and keeps it open with one hand. He gives the Raggie a wink, then uses the other hand to bring the apple back to his mouth, as he turns to eye Tyler with a hint of concern. "You lookin' for anyone, mate?"

Tyler drops his thick arms, hands into his pockets. He replies, matter-of-factly, "Drinks-Deeply-of-the-Bitter-Cup-rhya."

Kaz asks Tyler, "Checked her territory?" before she just completely lights up, at the sight of Bernie. "/Bernie/. You're a /sight/ f'sore eyes. I got news that /so/ ain't gonna wait. C'mere, will ya?"

Aubrey looks back at Tyler as well. She does not urge Cameron to rush out of the house by any means. She turns to peek out the door for a moment before watching as Bernie comes through the door. "Hi," she says almost mechanically. It is a tradition with greets around here, isn't it? "Are we goin'?" she asks Cameron suddenly.

Bernie flashes a grin at Cam, then turns it on Kaz, tilting her head. "Yeah?" she asks, heading over to her Alpha, "You win th' lotto? Elvis turn up at th' Ri this mornin'?"

Tyler doesn't look like he's going to answer Kaz's question, but as her attention turns to Bernie, the fact is assured. He turns and heads for the living room.

Kit emerges through the back door. She glances about the room once and smiles warmly before heading for the fridge.

Cameron calls after Tyler, "Hey, you may wanna try the Caern, or Arthur Island, by the way. She lives there." And then he leans against the door, and holds a finger up to Aubrey - signalling quiet, and a pause, as he looks to Kaz, expectantly.

Tyler turns and listens to Cameron, acknowledging him with a nod. He heads back into the living room, and disappears.

Kaz seems too intent on Bernie to realize Cameron's waiting on her. Or, perhaps, giving her an audience. Radiating enthusiasm from every pore, she says, "No, better'n that. Do you /want/ to know what I fuckin' did last night? Do you /want/ to know? Yes, of course you do, because it's what you /told/ me to do. I went an' fuckin' challenged Elan's ass for Elder, is what I did. Well, his ass, and the rest of him, too. An' y'know what he's got me doin'? He's got me findin' every issue of Aquaman, from the 60s. There's like 69 of 'em or something. Goddam, this is gonna be a fuckin' /blast/."

The more people in the small kitchen, the more likely Aubrey is going to have a panic attack. Breathe. Her lip quivers slightly as she looks over to Cameron. "But..." she nibbles on her lip as she looks over the scene. Her eyebrow lifts as she follows Cameron's gaze over to Kaz. Finally she peeps up, "Coming?" to Kaz.

Kit raises an eyebrow at Kaz as she opens the fridge. She ducks her head in the cooling cube and growls to herself. A few seconds later she emerges with a coke. "Needs more Dew," she says to no one in particular as she heads for a nearby counter and hops up.

Bernie blinks, several expressions fighting for dominance for a moment before she just grins again, only wider. "Kick =ass=! Kick-fuckin'-ass. Got it =nailed=, then. We get t' help, right?" She shakes her head, the curls tumbling, and the grin dims briefly. "Wish I coulda been there..." It returns, though, and she shrugs, "...so... how'd he take it an' all? I mean I guess not too bad...."

Cameron shakes his head, mildly, and gives Aubrey a quiet grin. "Shush. This is good shit. We'll hear about it later." The last is said with an eye to Kaz and Bernie. He does hold the back door open again, and jerks his head towards the barnyard, noting to Kit, cheerfully, "Nah. Dew sucks, and I virtually live in the fridge. But if you wanna do the shopping, go for it."

Aubrey doesn't know it, but Kaz giving up teaching for something else is amazingly rare. But give it up she does, muttering, "Nah, later," at the cub. And then she turns her full attention back on Bernie. "You'd /better/ goddam help, Bern, me an' 'Hood can't lift alla that shit by ourselves. The bossman didn't say you /could/ help, but he didn't say you couldn't, either, an' given as I'm packin' under a fuckin' Totem of Cunnin', I ain't gonna reject the help, y'know?" She hops up on the counter, and goes on, "Oh, an' the funniest bit was when Jarred --" she sounds a bit like she'd like to spit, after saying his name -- "Offered to help fund me if I needed it. I was like, "Nice bribe, dude." Anyway, so yeah, Elan was like, "What would you do different?" and so I told him, at great length, and then he gave me the challenge. He seemed ok with it, pretty much. An' yeah -- /none've/ Trouble was around. It was fuckin' weird, there was me and Jarred and Owen and this Coggie philo named Irene. But none've the folks that actually /mattered/. But y'know, bull by the horns and shit, and /man/. This is gonna be somethin'." After a moment, scrupulously, she adds, "Oh, and we gotta get Understandin' Comics, too."

Kit sticks her tongue out at Cameron half-heartedly, offering him a wave in the same gesture before returning her attention to the Gnawers. Comic books. What the hell does that have to do with leading? "It's going to be difficult to find some of those I'd think. From what I've been told, some of those comics get really expensive if they're old enough."

"And get me a pack of smokes too..." Aubrey smirks, "I could really use some." Turning to Cameron, she rolls her eyes slightly as she recrosses her arms against her chest. "All-right." she replies. "It's like Jay and Silent Bob, without the Silent Bob." Aubrey watches too much media, damn no TV in the farmhouse ruins everything. "This is all about a tribe and comic books?" she somewhat whispers to Cameron.

Cameron doesn't exactly look so sure himself, but after another quiet grin at the Gnawers, he shakes his head and virtually boots the other cub out the door. "Out. I'll explain on the way. Moof! Moof!" The words are accompanies by little shooing motions.

Bernie snorts softly at the news of the Shadow Lord's offer, rolling her eyes a bit; for a moment, they flash with something wholly appropriate to the phase of the moon. The last comment cuts off anything she might have to say about that, her eyes widening. "Hey!" she exclaims, "I =have= that one! 's back at th' Dec'dance, but, y'know, y'need it, y'got it..." Kit gets a quick smirk, as the ragabash remarks in an exaggeratedly snooty tone, "Money, m'dear, is no object..." A pause, and back to normal, "...'cept maybe for gas. This, this is no problem..." She trails off, looking thoughtful.

Aubrey gives Cameron a stare as she is shoved out the door. "Hey, pushy." she says accompanied by a light chuckle. Her voice can be heard as she exits, "That was not very nice..."

Kaz explains, or rather fails to, "Uh. It's related to Stuff, but it'd take a shitload've time to explain why my gettin' Stuff means I can lead my tribe, but anyways, it does. Basically, it proves I can provide, an' providin' shit is what leadin' the Gnawers is all about. An'," she adds, swinging her legs against the counter, "Shit, really, Bern? Rockin'!" She nods at Kit. "Yeah, the most expensive one's like $150 or something, but you're forgettin' -- /I/ pack with /Raggies/. And a raccoon spirit that's a thief at heart. So, y'know, I'm pretty well set up here."

"I am not nice! I am impatient! Moof!" Aubrey's voice is followed by Cameron's near-laughter, trailing off as he continues to look like punting her all the way to the barn.

Kit smirks faintly at Bernie and Kaz as she pops the top on her soda. "Guess that makes sense," she says as her own doubts are satisfied. "So how long do you have to get these all together?" she asks curiously before tipping her soda and getting her nightly caffine dose.

Bernie glances at Kaz for that bit of info, too. "Need at least a week, I think," she muses, "...maybe more, d'pends how far afield we gotta go..." She leans against the counter beside the Galliard, fidgeting a little restlessly. "...so how long =did= he give?"

Kaz says, "Oh, a month. Gave me til the next full, he did. This ain't gonna be no problem. I kinda figure we gotta go /kinda/ far afield, 'cause while I ain't got scruples about stealin' shit, I don' wanna steal enough shit from one store to fuck with their cash flow or nothin'. So sprinkle 'em around, some."

Kit hmms to herself as she sets her soda next to her with a small metallic clink. "Ever think of private collectors? Some of the walkers might know a good comic geek or two," she says with grin.

Bernie nods at Kaz. "Right," she agrees, "'s what I was thinkin'... plus, most stores, they're not gonna =have= alla 'em, jus' a few. Private collectors..." She considers a moment, and shakes her head. "Not 'less we gotta, I think. Might not be insured as much, plus they got more pers'nal attachment to 'em, an' all. Rather, pers'nally, snatch shit from people who thinka it as potential cash, an' not folks who love 'em."

Kaz jerks a thumb at Bernie. "Exactly. I'll fuck with folks that're makin' a profit, but 'less I have to, I'm leavin' the folks who're just in it for the love of the game alone. Though if they wanna /trade/ a few things, Chugs brought this whole /buttload/ of shit by, a few weeks ago..." Kaz trails off, a speculative gleam in her eye.

Kit shrugs as she her eyes wander the room for something interesting to look at. "Didn't mean for you to steal em, but whatever," she says.

Kaz says, practically, "Well, we ain't got a fuck of a lot of money, and everytime I ask John for help, he kinda looks at me like a bug, so I'd rather kinda keep this in the family. If you see what I mean. But it's a good idea, and if I can get over my bug issue, I think some tradin' can be done..."

Bernie tilts her head, brow furrowing. "...'bug issue'?" she asks, "'sat? An', yeah, trading might happen, but only with people who aren't collectin' Aquaman in particular, or they got multiples, prolly. Not quite sure th' best way t' go 'bout findin' 'em that way, but stores, =that= I got figured."

Kit smirks as she brushes a lock of dyed hair out of her face. "Ever thought of the internet? Might be a great way to find yourself some of the rarer ones."

Kaz says, immediately, "Sure. Loan me some money for it?" Ms. Negative, that's Kaz. "Yeah, Bern," she adds, "The tradin' part ain't as easy t'figure. But I think we got a couple road trips in our future, f'sure."

Bernie looks fleetingly irritated. "Yeah, I thought of the internet. Thanks. An' yes an' no. If they're for sale online, that's not gonna help a hell of a lot given y'gotta pay for 'em, 'less they happen t' be from a shop or somewhere that's near 'nough we c'n get there. =Plus= anythin' you buy online you're gonna hafta do check or credit card, an', okay, Matt's got a card, but still, I don' think that's gonna be choice number one, y'know."

Kit shrugs as she gets to her feet. "I got to get going. Good luck to ya Kaz. Later Bernie," she says with a wave and a small smile as she heads for the back door.

Kaz gives Kit a brief mock salute. "Awright. Laters, Kit."

Kit snorts as she steps across the threshhold into the night.

Bernie gives the Fury a quick finger-wriggle of a wave, and looks back to her packmate. "So, yeah. I think we got this one pretty much unner control, really. You want me t' do shit on it t'night, t'marra, maybe? I could work out th' route, an' all..."

Kaz gets a slow grin on her face. "Well. I mean. I don' want you doin' all the work, but shit, you're /good/ at this shit. So, well, if you wanna, yeah..."

Bernie grins back, and shrugs self-deprecatingly. "Hey, everyone gotta have a knack for =somethin'=... but, yeah, I figure, all we gotta do for th' bulka it is find all th' stores in, like, whatever radius works out, an' call 'em up, ask 'em what they got in th' way of Aquaman, an'... I dunno, a few others, Superman, maybe, some other shit. Keep a list. Then we c'n figure out what t' boost from where an' head out t' do it. Anythin' that doesn't show up anywhere, that we c'n start huntin' for other places, y'know?"

Kaz nods. "Definitely. Yeah. An' meanwhile, I gotta book it back to town. Wanna ride?"

Bernie nods, pushing her curls back behind her shoulders. "Yeah, please. Gimme a sec t' do what I came for, yeah?" She darts into the living room, and rummages a moment before returning with a book. "Forgot this th' other day. Gotta give it back t' th' lib'ry, too."

The metis gives the book a close glance. "Classes," she says, decidedly, and heads out the door.

"Well," Bernie replies, following, "sorta. I mean, I picked it up 'cause I was doin' computer courses, but it's not assigned, I jus' thought it looked int'restin'..."