Am I Not Entertained?!

The woman mentioned her age and Sparrow chuckled, "Awww come on you're not THAT old- are you?" Sparrow had no qualms letting older folk in her pirate band as long as they didn't go dropping like flies during the raid. Sparrow cast a glance wayward over the range before tiptoeing over the border like a pup sneaking out of the den for the first time. As Pyralis spoke of the booze, Sparrow pretended to get all hush hush, "Well right now I'm saving up for a big commemoration party for the pirates first get together. I figure the first thing in spring when it stops being so fucking cold." Her smile widened, "It's open for loners, but invite-only for pack wolves. Gonna be lots of substances and Friar's gonna play lute." The monkey squealed in excitement before rummaging off to do something else nearby.

Sparrow motioned for Pyralis to follow and started her way around the range. It was a large area, but not as large as some other packs might have. Her main alcohol stores were in the orchard, however, so she figured to steer her new companion that way. She asked if Sparrow needed anything and Sparrow shrugged, "You can get me some pretty ladies for the party. Or some substances. Other than that, we're about set as soon as I tie up things here." She turned slightly and gave a slightly more meaningful glance to the older woman, "Do you need something specific? Or were you just that worried about me? Either way, you got at least some alcohol form being here, so you're welcome." She didn't want the woman flaking out now. She needed the numbers.