Wade smiled. "I may have heard something about that at the bar. Something about a generational crib?"
Martha waddled in from the kitchen, a cup of tea in her hand. She was in pajamas, comfy clothes that didn't take too much effort to thankfully be presentable. Wade was from the bar. She had a concerned look. "Did something happen?" She put the mug down and walked over to Wade. "It's good to see you, Wade..." but she was concerned that something had happened and that she was somehow in danger. Because that was how things went...