*with a little less sarcasm than usual (hey, he liked Nico, too)* I think firing your Third was a bad move, Fountain—now who's going to keep you in line?
*scrubs a hand over his face* You know I'd be good for a few rounds tonight, but I've been roped into watching my sister's kids. *waves* We'd make up for it at the moot, 'course, but somebody won't be there, so it'll probably be next week before you get your beer.