You've been here longer than me and you haven't talked to her yet?

[Jo finds that strange enough to pull a face. The heat of the day is baking her into her stream-side nest, but fear of incompetence is a powerful force. She rustles a little, combating the somnolence of being slowly baked to a thin crisp.]

I guess if I go up there I can put my slice out for Chime and either of you can use yours. Makes more sense for Evan though, unless he's a complete dumbass hidden behind that smart fox-face.