4. voice

[rickitikitarr]

All right, this is all good fun and games, kids, but I'm going to be the one who spoils it by asking the question.

What the hell is going on?

And, for that matter, if we're the ones apparently running the show now, is anyone steering the boat?

[Ricki does not want the barge to smash into a sun and everyone to burn up, even though he's currently in the inmate-reclaimed bar and part of him is rather enjoying the fiddling.]

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[routemistress]

All right, lovey. Maybe another time.

[This is hardly the first time Iris has felt bad after giving in to a fleeting impulse; nor will it be the last. Her dogs follow Ricki obediently, and don't make any playful attempts to trip him.

She always thinks it's best to get the culture shock out of the way quickly; but Iris forgets how much this sort of reaction can hurt her.]

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[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki walks them quickly, discomfited, just giving them enough of a stretch and a break for now, before trotting them back home.

He slips the door open and sends them through with a nod, a quick;]

They're back.