Re: 11-18-2020 | Late Morning
Logan heard the bike in the distance, his signal to return to the now-nearly-permanent campsite in the problem tree's shadow. He waved to his son before reaching the firepit and only diverted slightly to grab his bottle from the cooler. Mmm, beer. Wolverine used his paw to force open the bottle and tossed the mangled cap into the small trash bag beside the cooler. "Hey, bud," he greeted his boy just before taking a long sip of the bubbly drink. "Yeah. There's always a weird door," he interjected. Not literally, of course - but Logan was only doing his job if Mateo was prepared for something. "Don't know, probably," Wolverine glanced toward the tree after Mateo offered his hypothesis. "But it sounds like you should keep Pup away from the door until Mom figures it out," Logan quickly added. "Shoot," he said, then took another drink of his beer. Mateo knew he could talk to his dad about anything - that was something Logan had always stressed.