“I’m hopping NO one Micky, but honestly I can’t know for sure. None of us can. There’s a lot of folks who’ll try and take us out. Just be careful ok. Don’t get made. I’m not even going to bother with a lecture it’s clear you’ll just ignore me, but don’t get made. You get made, and it’ll affect us all,” Dare said with a sigh. He didn’t waist energy on arguing with Micky or anyone else for that matter. He knew it was pointless, but he did wish Micky wouldn’t pull stunts like grand theft auto.<br/><br/>He grinned at Rem’s words. Excellent someone other then him was going to cook. That was probably the best news of the day. Honestly he had no idea how he’d manage to survive eating his own cooking. He seriously SUCKED at cooking. He could burn water. He was that bad...<br/><br/>He started to unpack and the rhythm of the moment eased into him. Later he’d get ready for a hunt or something fun and dangerous like cliff diving. He wanted some action. Itched for it point of fact. Dare was an adrenaline junky first and foremost. He tried to be the responsible one, but he never quite managed to stay that way all the time. He liked to joke around and tease. He could be strict and firm. But really he hated being that way. It was necessary since he had to lead, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.<br/><br/>He looked over at Nika, “I don’t need nothing, but I ain’t cooking so Rem you need something? Or what? You need any help with something?" He could do some of the prep if someone told him what was expected. Otherwise he was clueless. He really didn't have a clue about kitchens or food prep. This wasn't his forte.