Uncle Brit stood, feeling about three otters tall as he walked back. Beaming, he bear-hugged Sam and Chip, picking both up. "You crazy otters! We did it! This is great!" He felt rejuvenated and this would definitely increase his overhead and his costs and he'd have to compensate by paying better wages to his employees. Oh, he was going to need more employees! Perhaps he'd need to hire some merchants or mercenary chefs. Oh, and the Admiral would want to congratulate him and... Brits mind spun and then he remembered to put the raft of two down. "Yeah... sorry about that," he said, scratching the back of his head. Around them, the vendors lined up to slap him on the back or shake his paw. Chip drank it in next to him. A well-to-do rabbit shook his paw for a bit longer until Brit realized that he wasn't one of the vendors. At least he didn't think so. "Er...I'm sorry, Mister...?" "Capybara," The rabbit said, drawing out a large cigar, "Our mutual friend said that you might appreciate this." He wore a gaudy plaid vest and Brit was sure that he was trying to impress a young lady rabbit or he might be colorblind. "And when you speak of our mutual friend, do you mean to tell me that..." Brit accepted the cigar, puffing along with the rabbit, then passing it back to him. He had a bit of a coughing fit. "The one with the black feathers. She said that she'd be recuperating and that she'd love to have a tase of something special if you wanted to bring it to her." A ring of smoke paused about the rabbit's head as if on cue, disappearing when the rabbit glared at it. Brit turned to his nephew, who seemed at a loss. Chip cast about looking for someone, Brit imagined that it would be Sela. "I'll bring something right over... but would you care to give me the address, Mister Capybara?" Brit pointed to Sela, who appeared in the crowd. Chip gasped and then moved to intercept. "Did you see it?" Sam said, "We did it!" Brit smiled as he walked over to pack up the raft for a visit with River.