07-23-2008, 03:37 PM
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Laurent couldn't hide the grin that appeared lazily across his face at Jasper's low whisper. "My spoiled darling..." He murmured affectionately, squeezing the hand he had been given. "I'll make you a palace with my own two hands..." He promised, intent on making them at least something suitable to live in that would keep the rains out. He knew a few stores were bound to have some tarp to help with his efforts. "I can give you a hand later with hunting if you'd like Laurel, we could even start establishing some borders of our own." His ears flicked up curiously, and he realized either he had not been paying attention, or his issue had not been addressed. "And do we have a name for our motley crew?"