Re: [Woods: Patrick & Raven]
She bobbed her head. He bobbed his head. He did it too much, dude, so maybe she could tell he was messing with her. Crossed arms, he even managed to slouch a little against that tree trunk. Con hated when he slouched, but it made him look like some punk dude that was more suited to some hip hangout spot than to the woods. Even the plaid he wore was hipster-snug, man, and Patrick definitely wasn't the kind of bro that looked like a woodsman.
"No?" He didn't know what that snake hiss was, and he mega didn't know what an... irma? Irma was. But he was getting something out of her that wasn't momentous blank, and Patrick wasn't picky when it came to declaring a win a win. He glanced over at the bang-hand bark, and he grinned. "Not digging me calling my sis? Is that it? Not into cookies? Man, this entire town salivates for Con's cookies, but all right. You convince me you live somewhere, and that it isn't some grand irresponsibility to leave you out here the day before the moon, my lady." Wink.