"Dale confirmed it, yeah, but she ain't who I heard it from. And that ringtail wasn't gonna tell<em>me</em>, 'cept I already knew."<br/><br/>He snorted, more amused than annoyed.<br/><br/>"You got a few folks rootin' for you out there. Anyway, time is money an' we're wastin' both."<br/><br/>He went on to detail the next couple of jobs on the roster, and after that it was a nice, long, full day of bashing, yanking, chopping, and occasionally just plain kicking the hell out of parts of people's houses for demo / reno work, then sorting through the bits for possible salvage and hauling away. Hard work, tiring work, honest work...it'd keep food on the table and roof over her head, but the siren song of more sounded in her mind.<br/><br/>Which in the end left her in dire need of a long hot soak in a bathtub, a big supper, and maybe something mindless to watch until bedtime. Not that she'd forgotten about little Anya in the meantime or anything, but the Rabbit was not yet a fully known factor in life.<br/><br/>Little Anya had not gotten dressed. She was still on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, the laptop set up in front of her, fingers dancing over the keys in a blur of furious typing. She did sit up just enough for her eyes to top the back of the futon and meet Skye's and she called out something that might possibly have been a cheerful welcome in whatever her native language was, but then she went right back to furious typing for a few moments more.<br/><br/>It was not until Skye heard the typing stop that she confirmed that no, Anya wasn't dressed because the busty little Bunny locked the laptop and popped right up to come take her by the hand, displaying her ample charms with no sign of embarrassment.  Instead she tugged Skye toward the bathroom, ran a bath, chattered at the Wolf for a few moments before apparently remembering that Skye might not  understand her.<br/><br/>"You soak. Dinner is visiting, chooneh?"