OH, shit yo, why don't peeps jus' say that last bit. Yeah, I hear ya.

[ It sounds like something the black hole static in his brain would say. Not Nanami, the other one. The one he knows he forgot. Tucking his arms under his head, Beat relaxes by the fireplace to continue drying. ]

... Ye, peeps pretty damn adamant [ he... he says it as adam ant ] 'bout not going into the forest. So... huntin' prolly gonna be off the table fer me which ain't good, but that jus' means s'much fish as I can get. ... Uh. I don' actually know a recipe for boolyababies...