We're off to see the wizard

[Sly Cooper]

Damon, when he first woke up, felt a little fuzzy. His mind was emptier than usual. So he walked out of the church blankly and roamed the streets like a zombie. Come to think of it-- maybe that's why brain eating zombie want brains-- So he was fine till everything came back to him, like it always eventually does, and he stopped. "Wow! Did that really happen, or was that a really vivid dream?" He was crossing his fingers that it was just a dream.

[Bunny]

Rebekah's wit was as blunt and eager to bruise as ever. "No, it wasn't a dream," she said flatly, leaning her weight against him. "You really did lead me to Hemingford to find our child, then abandon me to bear the brunt of our punishment all alone." Her back stung even as she spoke these words, but she was also smiling as she spoke those words, in an attempt to remove some of the blunt trauma they might cause. Because, as angry as she was she couldn't forget the rest of the story, either. "You also proved yourself to be a great husband by being willing to bear my verbal abuse."

[Sly Cooper]

Damon's eyes shifted, "Yeah-- that's what I'm here for-- to erm-- take the abuse--" He forged a smile which ultimately lead to a real smile. "But at least He Who Walks Behind the Rows didn't stop us and Isaac didn't string us up to be crucified, right?" He was trying to point out that, despite all the stupidity and there was a lot of stupidity, there was an upside. "Although, I s'pose, you're back would say differently."

[Bunny]

"My back can't talk," Rebekah growled. "What a stupid statement. And if it could, it certainly wouldn't like the crucified option. That would make it dead." Speaking of dead weight, Rebekah finally grew tired of holding any of her form up and leaned entirely onto Damon, uncaring whether or not it hurt him. It was all his fault, anyway. "And He Who Walks Behind the Rows didn't stop because we were in the right. We saved Noah from going to hell. I just hope that Isaac doesn't have her killed."

[Sly Cooper]

Damon shifted his weight to support Rebekah's better, "I didn't mean your-- " He stopped figuring it was better not to continue that statement. "Well, if it is right then He Who Walks Behind the Rows will tell Isaac not to kill Noah. So I think--" No, no best not continue anything that starts with 'I think.' He had a great pause so the 'I think' wouldn't be attached to the next sentence. "Noah should be safe. "

[Bunny]

"But He Who Walks Behind the Rows didn't stop my back from becoming raw!" Rebekah snapped. Still, the train of conversation was starting to trouble her. Not one to enjoy being troubled, she hastily searched for a change in subject. "You know, this is where I first told you about my intentions to find a husband. This is where my downward spiral began!" Her statement was dark, but her tone was still light and chipper. Once more she jumped tracks and switched subjects. "I never made a cucumber pie."

[Sly Cooper]

"I wish you would've. Made a cucumber pie that is. " His bottomless pit of a stomach growled. "I'll bet it would've been the tastiest pie of them all. I wonder if you can make corn into a pie. You can do a lot with corn. Corn on the cob, corn bread, corn chips, corn syrup--" Damon continued in on his list for a while, "Corn candy-- but I'm not sure if that counts since I don't know if it's really made of corn." His stomach growled again so he stopped. "Hmm-- We could work on that cucumber pie?"

[Bunny]

Damon was talking about cucumbers, but Rebekah had caught his earlier suggestion and seized it. "Yes!" she shouted, though she gave no indication over what she was shouting about. "We should definitely do that --- a corn pie, I mean! Just another holy use for corn! Oh, this'll be great! We should find some corn and make it into a pie," she clarified, just in case Damon was too slow to understand the details of her plan.

[Sly Cooper]

"Do you think we should ask Isaac if we can first?" After all nothing can go wrong when you ask Isaac. Right? "And then if he wants some he can ask, and we won't get in trouble for not sharing." Damon made a gleeful little grunt, like a guinea pig. "Hey, maybe you will make such a delicious pie it will be famous around Gatlin. Word will spread. Rebekah's corn pie!" A big grin strung across his face. "Yep, that's my wife."

[Bunny]

Damon was doing nothing but extoling her, but Rebekah didn't hear anything after 'Isaac'. "Isaac?" she repeated. "Why would I want to ask him?" she spat his name as though she were spitting out a piece of undercooked meat. "He doesn't deserve any corn pie after what he had done to my back! I'm going to make a corn-pie, and he won't get any of nothin'!" She crossed her arms decisively.

[Sly Cooper]

"But-- what if he finds out-- and he get's mad and does that to your back again?" Damon tapped his fingers together nervously. He really didn't think that Rebekah, even if she had the right to, should speak of Isaac like that. "It was just a suggestion-- But I am definitely ready for that pie. I like pie. I like corn too-- pie and corn together-- yum."

[Bunny]

"Yum," Rebekah repeated, a little too firmly for the monosyllable to be taken as light and fluffy. She thought for a moment before speaking them: "Do you really think Isaac would want corn-pie?" she asked reluctantly. "I mean, he doesn't seem the type...but maybe if he liked the pie he could take away the lashings? I'm sure he could. He's like, the Lord's favored or some junk, yes?"

[Sly Cooper]

"Maybe-- Or at least make them not hurt so much. I guess it would depend on how good the pie was. Although, it seems like he would enjoy it simply because it's a holy desert!" Damon put on a friendly smile. "Or we could surprise him with the corn pie-- but Isaac doesn't seem the type to enjoy surprises much, huh?" He clapped his hands and did the happy hopping moron dance, "Tasty, tasty pie. But if it's nasty then you're only one letter away from being tasty!"

[Bunny]

"Surprise Isaac? Hey, that reminds me of --- Yes!" she clapped her hands with delight - a weak clap, more of a tap of the palms, actually, but a clap by the most general of definitions. "I forgot! One of my goals was to surprise Isaac! Well, this works fine then. I'll complete all my goals at once! I'll surprise Isaac, make a pie no one ever made before, and then Isaac'll be so pleased he'll use his God-influence to make my back hurt less! Damon! Find me some corn!"

[Sly Cooper]

"Yes! Where do I begin," forget that there's a whole field, no doubt hundreds of acres of just filled with corn. "Right, I suppose the storage shed would have corn." Damon was so excited, his brain was working less than usual. "I will get you corn!" He began to walk off on her journey for corn, forgetting that Rebekah was leaning on him this whole time. "It will be some of the best corn!"

OOC: I'm assuming she's still leaning on him. It never said anything about it one way or the other. But if I'm wrong I can mod.