Me? Having wanted poster here on this little island? Wouldn't dream of it.

[ Yeah, it's all water under the bridge now. Though it brings back memories; once coded in frustration now less bleak and something for the two of them to laugh about it at particular times.

...Not that he anticipates he would have a wanted poster of himself drawn up here. How bad can his luck be? Surely even here it wouldn't follow. Also I absolutely forgot there were serenade bingos, crying. ]

You sure? It could get better as I go along.

[ Or rather, worse. Good luck with your bird nest situation, Flynn. You're all on your own there. ]