Yvette snorts and drops her bowl off in the sink before making it back to the couch. "I did pick up a paper." It wasn't that far of a walk. "Join me?"

"I take it that the grandfather's not optimal. And there's no shame in being a historian. I'm just a rabble rouser and the group accountant." Yvette's smiling over at him. "I've got a ship, you know. We could tell them to screw the cargo ships and actually fly out on something with real beds."