Sure enough, the coyote took a bite of the morsel. He seemed to enjoy it, despite his protests to the contrary. The sheep looked as skeptical as I fel...t. He-Man came in a bit later sporting a sort of Princess Leia meets Blondie Bumstead coiffure. The newscaster look hadn’t worked for him apparently, but I failed to see why he’d think this was an improvement either. He hadn’t been drinking yet, as far as I could tell, but I didn’t want a repeat of the previous week. So I ignored him, went back to. "I never knew where the tanner's got their base materials." She said, eyeing the vat in the corner of his tannery dubiously.Harlen chuckled and said, "Perhaps elven tanners get theirs from another source." He picked up another half-done skin and dropped it into the large vat before closing the airtight lid. "Though I wager they get it the same way but don't tell anyone."She curled her nose at that thought, then fed him a chunk of 'bananana.' She enjoyed saying it so much she figured she could. “I didn’t know you were religious,” Shelly said.“I’m not,” Sonia shook her head. “But on an academic note, this is fascinating.”“These are not the gates,” Nanny informed them. “The angel you call Saint Peter guards them, allowing souls deemed worthy of passing through. He does not approve of the living to enter, so we will slip through here. Take ahold of me so that we may press on.”Shelly spared a glance at Sonia, noticing her grimace before doing as asked. As soon as her hand touched the. “Whatever,” I said. “So, why this sit-down?”“No reason really. I can see you’re working. It’s just nice running into you like this. But again, are you doing okay?” she said.“Just working and getting by. Nothing to tell that you’d be interested in,” I said.“I would be interested, Jim. It’s been a long time since we’ve talked. I was hoping just now, I mean since we bumped into each other over there,” she nodded toward the store across the street, “that maybe we could see if there might be any.