Ronan just laughed, then made a finger gun. “Pirate eye! Buff, write that one down,” he said. I squinted and realized he was talking to a fluffy, stuffed highland cow they had propped up on one of their tactical bags. This dude was crazier than I was…damn. “Are you talking to a stuffed animal?” I chuckled, my curiosity getting the better of me. Suddenly, Logan and the pretty boy had their guns pointed at me.
