<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Cuckoo.jpg)</div>Cuckoo took one of the bread rolls, tears it in two, and applied a sprinkling of salt to each half before consuming them. She smiled and nodded solemnly. "It's traditional enough," she said, and reached down to pick up a slice of pizza from a box that seemed to be moving on little blue legs.<br/><br/>She listened intently as Jack related his adventures, making sure not to interrupt until he had finished. "You sound well travelled, then. Most of my tales don't leave Ireland. I've met a few of our cousins. I fought fomorians in the Giant's Causeway alongside a daughter of Manannan, and I once guarded a son of Nuada on a diplomatic mission to the aes sidhe. And then there was the time a brother of yours dragged me into our own personal replay of the Ulster Cycle. Ours had a happier ending, though." She smirked as she toyed with her third slice of pizza. "A much happier ending. You're familiar with the Ulster Cycle, aren't you? It's the only epic I can really recite well." She laughed and tossed the slice into her gaping maw.<br/><br/>She nodded at the mention of Fate. "Things do come together at times like these. I was told to contact Kurt Freison as well - presumably he's another hero like us. There could be more of us, even. I'll drop him a message now that we're here. I'm sure there will be no shortage of challenges for us to face, battle being but one of them."<br/><br/>She tracked the movements of his hands as the pistols appeared in them. "You have steady hands," she commented. "That's good to see. It looks like I'm the warrior and you're the bard, but I would be glad to have you at my back."<br/><br/>Cuckoo chuckled as she saw a pictsie poke at the tip of her spear, and get a handful of blood for his troubles. "Your little friends certainly are brave, I can't deny that. So do you know what we're getting into here? I can't say that I've seen anything too out of the ordinary yet, but I just got into town."<br/><br/>She reached into her cloak-kilt and pulled out her phone, sending a message to Kurt Freison. "This is Cuckoo Laine nic Morrigu and Jack O'Neill mac Lugh. A friend told us we should look for you in Las Vegas. We're at the Garden Arcadia."