Re: John and Mike
"Nah, I ate her cooking," John said with a smirk. It had been a running joke for years. Sarah Connor could not cook, at least not more than a handful of things that almost always ended up burned because she got distracted planning some strike or cleaning the guns or anything but paying attention to the stove. Of course, John still didn't want to contemplate some of the things he'd had to eat in the future. Two weeks was enough. Food was definitely going on the list of things to think about improving before war's end. "I am better. Thanks."
He could only nod about the water in Mexico. Really, for all intents and purposes, he'd been undercover. It just hadn't been an investigation and he'd lived his entire life under an alias. So, yeah, not easy to comment on.
"Sure, we can talk now. Did you you want to head inside?" John was more than happy to see where this conversation was going to go, but out here in the open seemed a risky location to be discussing plans for blowing these houses up to cover their tracks when they ran from the soldiers wandering around all over the place.