Words playing me deja vu Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before

When Tarnish confirmed that he had learned his lesson so pitifully, Modesty rolled her eyes and threw a paw over her boy to pull him close for a hug and a kiss to the top of his head away from his injury. “That's punishment enough,” she teased with half a smirk. “Just because you can whoop someone's ass doesn't mean you should. Save it for the raiding, we've got plenty on the horizon.”

She lessened her hold on her boy as Rivin continued to plead Jack's case, a small smile on her face as she nodded along. When it came to where she was needed, “We need all the bodies we can get for raiding right now, but once we've made enough of a mark, we can reassess if you'd like to move onto other interests. It'll be important to leave some protectors at home while we raid, just in case. I can't imagine we wouldn't make a tempting target with everyone off making mischief ey?” As for ending the serious talk here, she nodded. “Certainly, go get yourself comfortable, all your things are where you left them.” She turned her attention back to Tarnish, “And let's get you to Sakana. I'm sure his monkey would love more practice with stitching.”

“Speech.”