"Water is for people who don't want their organs to keep from failing," Rachel fires right back. "An ale every now and then is okay, but not every day grandfather." Rachel only calls him grandfather when she needs to make a point. "If you say so Siha. It might still be there but it's not as strong as it used to be. I used to have dreams like Grandpa did in the hospital." Those had become less and less as she had gotten older. Rachel grabs a throw pillow for Siha to nap on if he wants to.<br/><br/>Later that afternoon Rachel heads to the tree with her rain coat on over a pair of jeans, her sneakers and a sweat shirt. Safely tucked into her pocket is the note for Siha's folk. The note says that he's among people with a grace. Coming out she had offered to let Siha sit on her shoulder or ride in her coat pocket. She didn't want to carry him in her hand in case she tripped. "So if I just stick this in a nook I won't get in trouble?", she asks as they gets closer to the tree.