Heeey, Petey. Reno spared the cat a crooked little grin, and then... glanced across the room, at the glass on the floor.

Riiiight. He should get to cleaning that away before the critters got to it, too.

"You get used to livin' on the edge," Reno mused, wriggling his toe in order to keep Petey distracted from the mess at least until he was good and ready to go clean it, "and it gets weird, tryin' to handle anything else. You keep waitin' for somethin' that ain't never on the way."