"Weird that I haven't gotten any messages yet," Barns mutters, scrolling through his system notifications with a furrowed brow and a casual flick of the wrist. He thought Maria would be spamming him by now, with news of the impending horde or updates on Dimartino's planning.
And yet, there hasn't been a word from any of them.
"Oh well," he exhales, shaking the unease from his shoulders. "Time to party, ain't that right, King?"
"CRAB FEAST. BEST NIGHT EVER!" Clancy clicks his claws together, scuttling forward with a jitter of excitement. "BARNACLES HONORARY CRAB. GRAND FEAST. MANY WOMEN CRAB."
Barns laughs, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll take the food and the drinks, but you can keep the crab women to yourself, big guy. I owe you one for letting me get the girls in the pool a few days ago."
