Redhawk Caldera sick day

If pressed, he'd have to admit he'd invited Bridget mostly because he'd wanted to see if Aiden reacted at all. His silence said enough- but Bronco wouldn't tease the boy. If he did have a crush on Bridget, he'd give Aiden space to come out with it himself. 

"Bobstones is the art of deceit," He said, with a chuckle. He grasped for a few small stones, until he had six. "I'll give you three, and I have three myself. Basically, it's kind of a betting game. I'll turn around, and you can hide some stones under your left paw, some under your right- just split them between your paws however you want, an' cover 'em up good. When you do, I'll turn around, and I'll guess how many stones you have under each foot." He said. The first to ten correct guesses wins. But, we make a bet before we start, too. Kind of...A wager. Like....If I win, you have to...."

He thought for a moment. He'd need to give Aiden enough time to recover, so it wasn't something he could ask of the kid right away. Of course, the 'you owe me a rabbit' wager was always a pretty typical one, but he wanted to be more creative. "OK. If I win, I wanna see you do a dance in front of your Ma. Full on singing and dancing, twirls an' all. No explanation, just...Get her attention, and boogie your heart out." He said, swinging his hips a bit to get the idea across. "Now, if you win, what do I have to do?" He asked.