Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

Better than zombies... He snorted, stifling his laughter as he mentally agreed with her. "Eh. I think I'd be okay. I've got shit for brains. Hear that's less tasty than regular brains. You'd be worse off." He teased her as he wandered towards the rise that overlooked far more than could ever meet the eye.

She didn't seem too terribly impressed. Her answer was short and obvious, but without much thought. He glanced at her, lifting a brow as if to prompt her for more than what she offered. "It's still technically daytime. You can't see the stars," he corrected. She hadn't really tried at this at all had she? "What do you think of the weather?" There. A little more direct. Hopefully she'd have a better idea as to the approaching afternoon storm than her first attempt.