[ Well, at least they've still got the cushions for a blanket fort. Everything just keeps getting a little more like camping as time goes on, doesn't it? A quiet, baleful sort of laugh escapes him. ]

Maybe if it gets bad enough out there, we can give it a viking funeral if not enough stuff is on fire.

[ The couch. While she goes to town on it, Sigma digs through the last of their meager building supplies for a handful of nails and screws. They'd probably do too, if they're long enough. He'll eventually follow her back out to the door and pass them along. ]

What'd they even bust in here for, anyway? Do we really look that special?