Donno stands by a tree, staring up quietly at the leaves overhead, soothed by how the wind is blowing through the leaves, rustling them gently. When his phone chirps, he mindlessly tugs it out of his pocket and answers. "Hey, Ren."

"How'd you know it was me?" she asks, amused.

He glances from the trees for a moment to see the glint in her eye before shrugging. "You're the only one other than Tonya who bothers to call me," he says, shifting the direction of the phone so she can see what he's captivated by. "Look at the trees," he tells her.

"They're nice," she says after a moment. "And very green."

"I like green," he responds after a moment, thoughtfully. "They're quiet. No drama."

She smiles. "I can see that. They're like you. Steady, solid. Calm, always there."

He shifts the phone so he can look at Ren. "I'm nervous," he says slowly.

"Why?"

"Cops," he sighs. "Dividing me and Tonya up, keeps asking me questions. It makes me shifty."

"I can understand that," Ren says. "Do they seem suspicious?"

"No, not really," he says. "Well, Jenny Hoyt is, I think."

Ren scoffs. "Jenny Hoyt is suspicious of her own shadow."

"True," Donno says. "I think that new sheriff is being fair about it, though. I don't think he's automatically seeing us as criminals."

"Beau Arlen? Well, that's something at least," Ren responds. "I kind of liked him."

"He's alright, I guess," Donno mumbles, rubbing at his stomach.

Ren smirks a little bit. "Well, once you have your fill of tree time, you should go back to the camp, reconnect with Tonya as long as the cops are done with her. The sooner this all gets figured out, the sooner you two can return to the restaurant."

He nods. "I miss cooking."

"I bet you do," she muses. "Donno, if you don't want me to suggest you for any other jobs after this, just... let me know." She eyes him. "Have you moved past this? Our old line of work?"

He stares at her. "I think so," he says. "Maybe. I don't know. I like to help you, you know this, but I also like..." His words fail him and he looks away, working his jaw thoughtfully.

"You like living a more peaceful life with Tonya," Ren says softly.

Donno turns his gaze back onto the phone and examines her for a moment. "Yeah. I do. But I think she needs more."

Ren takes a breath. "Maybe that's something else you should talk to Tonya about," she suggests.

"I'm not sure she'd like it, I don't want to... make things complicated."

Ren mulls it over. "You never know, Donno. She may surprise you."

"Or she may do exactly what I'd expect her to do," he sighs.

Ren looks grim for a moment. "Well, however it shakes out, know you always have a place here, alright? Peace or not, whatever you choose. You're always family."

He takes a breath. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She smiles at him. "Same time next week?"

"Same time next week," he agrees. Once the connection is cut, he puts his phone down and looks back up at the trees, wishing for an inane moment that they too could give him advice. Sighing, he buries his hands in his pockets and turns to return to their tent, to find Tonya and figure out what their next step will be.