Dinner plans never survive first contact with the enemy. These plans just happen to come with a gun conspicuously placed on the mantle.

"Guess so," she says, glad to get back to something a little easier to think about. And if calling it mooching helps Kainé feel better about it, then fuck it, yeah, Anna's mooching off her. She turns up the corner of her mouth as that thought hits her, but she moves on past it before they can dwell. They've done enough of it for the moment, right?

"And yeah, been thinking of adding vocals in for a while. I had a friend here for a bit who would rap with me, but he headed back home last month, so I gotta do something to fill that space." That's a hell of a way to put it, but she doesn't know how else to describe what happened to Samatoki. "Over the bass track, I mean. But I'm definitely not the best singer in the world, so, like. I might tap you if it turns out you do sound awesome."