Chip booked it to the living room, just in time to see Stone grin. “Well you see Sela.” He mimed slashing fake sword on a diagonal and then thrusting the same fake sword forward. “One is for slashing.” Chip groaned audibly. “And one is for stabbing.” Chips mother, Aunt Carol, and his Uncle all groaned. River looked delighted. Clapping River said, “Ah that’s wonderful! You've all been such wonderful hosts, with such a nice family." "How is it where you come from, it isn't like this?" Aunt Carol said. "I don't know if your... boyfriend explained the situation," River said. "Husband, miss druid... I have two husbands. She really isn't an otter, is she?" Aunt Carol looked to Chip, then to his Uncle. "It's true." River smelled the fish smell, which was beginning to permeate around the area. "We just have to feed you a little more to keep you like this?" Aunt Carol said. "It's like I'm a slow burning fire. You just gotta keep me fed." "Well in that case, Chip?" Aunt Carol looked over, to the grill on the far side of the kitchen. Smoke wafted out of the ventilation shaft by the large open window behind it. Chip examined the fish. "Let's eat." A happy roar came from the assembled two rafts as the otters all scurried to the table, destroying the brief clean look that Chip had enjoyed up until the last second. The otters queued up to get their servings and then they all sat around the table. River had the face of mock horror the entire dinner, as plates, fish, and faces all collided in the messiest mess she'd seen outside of training.