"Bull and shit, Greg. Those spikes were thorny and anywhere from six inches to a full on foot long. You made 'em rise up out of the PAVEMENT. No seams for them to creep up through, they shot straight through asphalt to get to us. If that ain't power and precision, I dunno what is." On the topic of working up stamina and precision, Bones sits back and narrows his eyes at Casey's plate, stealing a few strips of bacon from the communal platter to replace what he'd taken from Wash.

Without taking his hands off his waffles.

Little shit like that? he can do. He's gotten good at that, at least.

"You're also the one that almost always has someth'n on hand on when we're outside. We oughta get you a bag of seeds or somth'n so you don't kill over try'n to call up what you could have on hand."