"You know how to build one?" Gracie said, once she'd mentally sorted out the Ruskie's thick accent. "It takes a lot more than wood and nails to make a boat, hun, and I don't even know where we'd get them with those damn things growing over everything."<br/><br/>Her pot refilled, she straightened back up and felt a twinge run up her spine. With a groan, she set the pot down, planted both hands on her lower back, and reared back until she was looking behind herself at an upside down Syrie. Her hat fell off, and she swore at the insignificant disaster.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>