Redhawk Caldera save it for later

Well this spiraled into a clusterfuck fast.  Oh, god, no, not that kind.  Maybe for Qui, but ugh.  Anyway, soon after Finley arrived, Fern came charging in with Quixote hot on her heels.  Probably in both senses, considering the conversation he and Colt had had previously.  Personally this he was fine with; he wasn't particularly possessive of his sister's' love lives, not that any of them would tolerate him being that way anyway.

"Any more defective than Sisters normally are?" He said softly, and he knew Finley would hear it from her proximity right beside her.  Then, helpfully, he spoke more directly.  "Fern and Cyclone."  

He sighed theatrically at a number of the going conversation points.  The women of their family really were a mess, maybe Quixote should watch a bit where he goes barking.  "I know I said excitement, but this variety wasn't really what I meant.  Fern, what gives?  I thought our batch was all about spreading the stripe around?"  He grinned and slapped his own with his tail for illustration, curious on why Cyclone came with leash in tow.