Snippet #1355509

Ashley was, of course, quite safe, Spencer hadn't understood a word. He was wondering to himself if it was some sort of retaliation to his occassional lapses into Welsh...although he'd not yet said a full sentence in his first language. She'd have been washing spit out of her hair for a week if he had...that's just Welsh for you. Even so, whatever it was it seemed friendly enough, and he laughed whilst returning her hi-five (mainly because it ran so counter to the way she'd presented herself up until now) and, even went an uncharacteristic shade of red when she ruffled his hair. After a long day of awkward silence, suddenly there was a little bit of warmth among the group. Better late than never!

"Well I've got a feelin'," he said to her sleepily, "that 'avin' a wingman might come in 'andy while we're here."

He glanced at her thoughtfully. They would all be asleep soon...and two times in a row they hadn't woken up in the same place they'd fallen asleep. Who could know what would happen next.

He also had to contend with the fact that his backpack now had a sleeping kitsune on it, and his coat was inside the backpack. She, improvising, he lay down on his back and put his arms behind his head. Not too bad! He listened to the last few people talking quietly to each other, before finally drifting off.