"Okay but after Billy who else does she have as one of those reaper things? They can't only have one right?" Rachel wonders spinning the bottle cap of her root beer between her hands. "Because we know it wasn't him that went after Wynonna, he hadn't turned reaper yet."
Nicole croaked loudly from the tabletop drawing everyone's eyes.
"How?" Waverly sniffed momentarily forgetting her anger over what she'd been able to piece together about her girlfriend's deal with her family's longest-standing enemy as she looked from the place her fiancée had been cowering over by Rachel to the table, she was now sitting at closer to the far back wall by a continued to be puzzled Wynonna. "Never mind." She shook her head "You've always been a fast learner." She praises hurrying over to see what Nicole was trying to show them.
An aged picture of the Clanton family from the box Waverly had first put together while researching the Earp curse.
"Sweetie pie we already know it's—" Waverly starts to remind but Nicole rolls her eyes (a surprising feat considering her current state) as she slips a webbed 'hand' against the picture again this time with a little more insistence and a rather annoyed sounding noise.
"Ike?" Waverly recognizes looking at the Clanton family member Nicole had indicated. Nicole lets out a pleased sounding croak this time as she pressed her much smaller body against the human woman's hand when Waverly reached out to rest a finger on the image herself.
Lost both in thought and in the oh so cute Froggie face of the woman she loved (no matter how much she was still angry with her) the book Waverly was holding slipped from her hand landing tend like on the floor with a heavy thunk. Only after bending to retrieve it did the half-angel notice how one of the floorboards seemed to be looser than the others around it.
"Oh, hey seems you found Daddy's old liquor hideaway." Wynonna noticed when Waverly knelt to pry the board up. "Anything left? I'm running on empty at the moment and Mama could use a hit of the good stuff." the amount of hope in those words made Waverly as well as everyone who wasn't Wynonna or Billy worrying for the heir's liver functions.
Nicole's worried sounding ribbits filled the space, but it was Rachel's low scold of "Really that's where you hide them?" and the following curse when Nicole's answering conforming ribbit that had Waverly's hands pausing in their brushed touch on the top of what seemed to be several hastily hidden books stashed under the floor. "What are all of these?" the younger Earp asked although she already had a good idea as her eyes lift to the flustered teenager a few steps away.
"Uh—nothing." Rachel tried to cover her eyes like Wynonna and Waverly's locking on the nervously croaking Nicole hopping around over the tabletop as if the thing was made of fire when Waverly lifts one of the books out of the floor.
"This is Haughtsauces's scrawl." Wynonna recognizes having fished out one of her own leather-bound books and flipping through a few of the pages.
"Well, then you should have picked a better hiding spot." Rachel scolds scooping up an agitated-looking Nicole from the table before she hurt herself hopping around as she was.
"Wouldn't have pegged you for the diary kind Haught." Wynonna commented tapping the edge of one of the journals against her chin.
Nicole let out a series of broken croaks her frog eyes on Waverly as the younger Earp seemed to be almost methodically lifting each one of the small scribbled journals out of their hiding place like lost relics she was going to soon be devouring to unlock all the hidden secrets. "Should have picked a better hiding place." Rachel reminds following the frog woman's sightline.
The soft curse and a sudden jarring have Nicole clinging to Rachel's hand for dear life while Waverly, Wynonna, and Billy start in surprise at the outburst while Rachel herself finishes prying one of the notebooks from Waverly's hand. "Not this one."
"What's all the crazy going on?" Jeremy wonders returning from getting Nedley settled in one of the spare rooms, but it doesn't stop Waverly from missing the grateful looking expression on 'Frog-cole's' face
'So that's the one I have to get to—' Waverly muses as Rachel tucks the book into the inside pocket of her jacket.
As if reading her mind the red splash that was Billy steps in shielding the distracted teenager as much as a reaper could as Rachel continued her whispered one-sided argument with Nicole letting Wynonna fill Jeremy in on the new information about the Clanton horde.
"Okay, so we're sure that Ike is a reaper too?" Jeremy clarifies now resting his chin against his crossed arms as he settled in crossed the back of the chair, he'd claimed for himself earning a rather 'Duh' sounding ribit from the frog now balanced on Wynonna's shoulder while the dark-haired woman kicked her boot-clad feet up onto the kitchen table reloading Peacemaker.
"But with Margot in Nic's body how can she think her reaper goons will still I don't know do her bidding." Rachel questions feeling only a little weird when an invisible hand nudges against her own. Her fingers linking with his on her next breath.
"And bigger question how are we going to get her out of Haught shots bod without damaging the goods?" Wynonna points out spinning her magic gun around her finger before tucking it back into her boot.
"Well, her body must be somewhere close to the scrapyard so maybe we could-"
Rachel leaves the other two to their planning and screaming choosing instead to follow Waverly who'd chosen to slip out of the kitchen not long after Jeremy's reappearance.
The growl at her shoulder and the scraps of heavy boots against the aged wooden floor tells that Billy is once again following her as Rachel spots the part angel curled up on one end of the couch with a rather snuggly Calamity Jane pressed against her side as she quickly reads the first of the collective stack of journals Nicole had religiously kept during their separation.
"Have you gotten to Chicken Kicker yet?" Rachel asks by way of making her presence known to the dazed angel.
"That what?" Waverly questions while the frogged woman Billy was so gingerly cradling gives a pleading series of short ribbited snippets of sound.
"Just tell me when you get to it. I'll have to pull up the video I filed away under tax stuff." Rachel says falling rather dramatically onto the open side of the couch whilst Billy drops onto the floor at her side. "Come on I know we had a big thing about it but even you have to admit that thing is way too good to delete permanently." The teenager argues balancing Nicole against her knee.