"Fucken rude!" Much protested, calling back over his shoulder. "Like you complained on rat stew night!" He shot a wild grin at Will - at both the Wills, because Stutely's smile demanded one in response. "Alright Art," he said, planting his feet firmly near the moose (ooof the smell of blood was strong, even in the cold!) "Better remind me how to do this, all this city living, I've gone soft."