Redhawk Caldera Hippos Can't Ice-Fish

Ashton was greeted by both of his most loved Hawks, their faces and words the obvious choice of their displayed feelings for him. It felt real good to be surrounded by not only satisfied patients, but satisfied friends, as well.

First, his miss Pom Pom. Her reference to the attempt not to destroy the front of her head threw a bark of laughter from the hippie.
Then a response.

"I can't have ya breakin ya face, toots. I don't have that much web. Nor do I got enough White Root, and for such a surgery, you just might need a Blue Cap."

The babe mentioned the clown caravan, and from the words, her cute little cheer jig came to mind, along with the joke of him fighting off thieves. Ah, the memories. He sent her a familiar charming smile, and jested,

"I almost died tryin to take on 16 of em at a time. It was hell."

Ash then turned to El, his fellow bromigo, and responded to his own words and questions.

"That's a rad thing ta hear, dude. It's quite rare that I get unhealed patients, and it makes a narley story to know I got a 'happily ever after' witcha."

Another comfortable moment passed until the mention of fishing, in which El showes his enthusiasm for the sport. Fishing brought back the memory of Lasher, and that alone reminded Ash to talk to Per about the matter.
Later.
For now, he was with his Hawks, and they sure as hell weren't gonna be grieved by sucha sad topic.

"Of course ya can, dude! When it comes down to fishin, it might make it a bit easier for you to spark em for us. Makes it a bit easier for is."