<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tcy1ck7.jpg)</div><strong>"Mars, huh?"</strong>Bunny said, musing that over for a moment,<strong>"He never told me that.  I didn't even know there was a way passed the orbital cordon."</strong>she said the words softly, almost wonderingly.  Her whole life, she'd considered the mutated wildlands of Earth to be her inheritance, the cast off scraps of the old elites, with martian guns ready to recieve anyone that dared to reach for something higher.  It didn't surprise her to hear that her father was bold enough to consider it, though she had no idea how he might've hoped to accomplish that while bringing his family along.<br/><br/>He ...<em>had</em>intended to bring his family along, right?<br/><br/>She picked out a few bottles from the shelf, the wine that she'd seen Suzy with before, an aged scotch to bribe Ryker with so he wouldn't tear a strip off of her backside for damaging "his" mech, a butterscotch schnapps to hedge her bets in case the Amaretto didn't agree with her.  Dominating her arms, however, were two cases of brew, one domestic and one from the local microbrewry ... she got her first confirmed walker kill out there, after all, and she was practically percolating with a desire to celebrate it.<br/><br/>When Slab went to hand her her reciept for the purchase, she stood up on her tippy-toes, leaning against the counter and reaching her arms up to circle around the thick trunk of his neck.  She practically hung off of his broad form, pulling herself up more than she pulled him down before she pressed a soft kiss to the center of his forehead.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be back."</strong>she promised, settling back down on her feet as she smiled broadly up at him, a twinkle in her eyes,<strong>"Thank you again for the Amaretto, and the tip."</strong>she said, lingering, as if she was committing his face to memory, one hand having drawn down from around his neck to trace his collar inward and down his chest.<br/><br/><strong>"Look forward to it, 'kay?!"</strong>she teased with a smile, gathering up her purchases, brown paper bags balanced atop the boxes in her arms.  She hustled towards the front door, her short poncho flapping with each bouncing, happy step.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, Dan!"</strong>she called,<strong>"Could you get my hood for me?  My arms are kinda full here."</strong>she said, stepping into the group of soldiers and nudging Dan with an elbow.  They didn't really have time for any more stops if she was going to make the RTB time.  She supposed that it wasn't like the convoy was going to leave without her, but she didn't want to disappoint Lieutenant Fox so shortly after he'd praised her work either.