Reed puffed up his chest proudly. He always looks good and he knows it, but he loves having it acknowledged! He extended a wing in greeting, giving a flourish.

Walter was actually very casual about stepping on the boat. He'd been taken rowing a few times on Toluca Lake, usually in regard to some religious ceremony. The lake was considered a place of Holy power; i'ts partly why he had requested to be buried nearby it. He sat down with their rods and bait, and promptly had to deal with Reed trying to sit on him.

"Reed. You are still too big."