Am I Not Entertained?!

The woman made a joke she'd be in cave art and Sparrow was a beat too late to hold back her snort at the idea. Wow, maybe Sparrow was just too used to the near immortal wolves in her family, or maybe her getting older made other people seem less old than they were to her initially...? She did say this was her type of gig, so age aside, Sparrow was excited this woman came into her life because they were about to wreak havoc.

She did mention she wasn't sure about other substances and Sparrow paused a beat, looking over in the direction the barn and thus the weed would be. She shrugged it off and kept walking, "Alcohol is just spoiled things and substances are just taking all the right herbs in the right- or wrong- ways. You never had weed? We're gonna get you some weed."

The woman went on to say she looked forward to everything and that she'd settle down in the orchard for the time being. Sparrow sent her a fake sharp look, "Am I gonna have to start counting my booze bottles?" Her expression quickly went back to what can only be described as goofy and she turned her attention back to look at the range. "I've been traveling a lot, but we're so close to the party that I'll probably be around there. I'm slowly getting all my stock ready and thinking about what food and stuff to entice poor, helpless wolves to join our cause- which is chaos, in case you weren't sure."

The range sprawled out to Sparrow's side and she thought if any other plants there may or may not be useful for the party. She had heard even that some poisons could be used in moderation to have a good time, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to test that out on a public audience first. Maybe she'd have to send Pongolo looking for some stuff.

"Oh- Sparrow blurted after a moment, "If you're really SOOOO old, do you know anything about the packs we should look out for or raid?"