Queen's note: TURKEYS! Trust me, they are the biggest dorks and surprisingly cuddly. My tom loves to flirt too with every person XD

Welcome to the Wasteland

Chapter Twenty Five:

Flying Feathers

"Hello!" A happy male voice called out to the group, and there was someone waving in the trees, "Hello the wagon!"

Preston swung around, but paused and smiled as he recognized who was starting over to his current group. Lifting his free left hand and waving back as a few heads popped up from where they were concentrating, "Sturges! What are you doing out here?"

The minuteman recognized Jarrad walking slowly behind Sturges and Marcy. There was also Theodor up and about walking with the group to get another set of eyes and a rifle for their group.

"Looks like the same thing as you." Sturges said as he made it over, lifting a basket, "Miss Connie sent a few of us out to find mushrooms and anything useful. Mostly I've been finding the port tops as they're all I know are safe."

The mechanic glanced behind Preston, arching an eyebrow at seeing Lana, Lucy and Megan clustered around a hub bush and in the process of carefully wrapping it and transplanting it to a basket pot.

"Maybe not everything you guys are," Sturges added in a bemused tone.

Preston grinned, shifting to bump his shoulder against his friend's own, "We're on the way to look for turkey and rock hen nests. And everything useful in between apparently."

"Don't forget interesting things too!" Mary pointed out from her spot in the driver's seat of the wagon behind Preston.

"Can I come with you?" Sturges asked in a stage whisper, ducking as Marcy swatted at him as she came over.

"How are the kids doing?" The dark haired woman asked, not quite demanded, of Preston. She glanced at where the wagon was as Buck used a tree to rub his paddle set of antlers. "They didn't come over to the farm this morning."

"They're fine, I think they've been gathering wild flowers to plant, well," Preston started, once more struck with the ironic flip side of the stories of peoples. Marcy and Jun Long had lost their only son, and David and his sisters lost their parents. "They're probably going to be staying with Noel and help take care of their Cap-bear and her little hord of babies."

For a moment Marcy looked disappointed, concerned- maybe, just maybe a little jealous of Noel. The woman shook her head firmly, as if chasing thoughts out of her mind. Noel was a fine old man who was clearly already in a grandfather-like role for the three kids. "What are they doing with the hub-bush?"

"Going to transplant it!" Lucy called over as she stepped back, letting Lana and Megan carry and load the bush into the wagon.

"I want to see how happy it'll be in the new garden beds in the bunker." Megan said, smiling warmly at Marcy. "It has a lot of hips already, and flower buds are just starting. Being in the bunker should limit what eats the new buds and leaves."

"Its roots were already exposed and tilting," Lana added. Climbing up into her wagon to be sure what was in there so far would not shift or fall. She leaned over the side of the wagon near the other group, smiling as she noticed Jun. He was quietly walking with the two Minutemen, holding something odd in his hands.

"Be…be sure to have a good amount of dirt from the area. That y-you got it from." Jun said quietly once near the wagon, peering inside at the wrapped up shrub. "They like decomposed wood. As fertilizer."

"That makes sense," Lana glanced back, grabbing one of the many empty smaller baskets to offer Jun for his full hands as Lucy quickly back tracked to fill another with some of the mentioned soil. "Here. Most of the time I'm seeing them around trees, some living, some a mix of dead trunks and younger trees."

Jun hesitated but took the basket and put the assorted pods and bean-like things inside. "...t-thank you."

Marcy drifted closer, offering the same kind of pods in her larger basket to her husband, "We found some wild silt beans around here, I think we picked them clean. Some sprouting seeds from last fall pods. Keep an eye out as you head out of the area."

"I didn't know anything was around." Lucy perked up as she leaned on the wagon, "Wonder if we should plant some at the farm."

"I'll ask Connie and Blake where they might like to plant, but I think behind the shipping crates and the fence line by the house would be best." Marcy hummed, looking at a pod and then offered it up to the keenly interested Lana.

"Should we go back and dig up the plants we found?" Sturges wondered aloud, he tilted his head the way they came from.

"Why not?" Lana shrugged as she examined the pod, "With it being early spring still, and if you don't damage the roots."

There was a pause and Lana looked up, blinking at the surprised looks of not just Jun and Marcy but also of the Minutemen. Mary leaned back as she saw their looks too, "What?"

"We can just do that huh?" Marcy hummed, really thinking about it, that they could transplant things. Looking at some of the plant bags that had been attached to the outside of the wagon already. Several were already filled with different plants, even some winterberries had been found. "Or put them in pots to take with us when we can move."

"I don't see an issue with that," Mary shrugged, "Having some growing at the farm would be nice too. I wonder if the beans would grow on moss walls now?"

"They probably will," Lana was getting into the pod to look at the beans inside, finding them to be almost an inch big, and around ten or so in the pod. "The radexus had quite some time to get a good grip on the wood." The young woman pulled a smaller sample bag out of her jacket, stashing the pod back away in another pocket.

"We should go, in order to make it to the nesting area before evening." Megan reminded everyone that they were all doing things.

"Right," Lana nodded, checking the back and then pointed down the path they were roughly following "We'll keep going and stop harvesting around here."

"I'll stay and help with transplanting," Lucy said as Megan hopped up on the back of the wagon. She grinned impishly at her sister. "I'll let mom and dad know you're staying at the Co-Op again."

"Shut up lucy!"

"Whaaat? I didn't say anything." Lucy teased as Lana turned red and made herself busy in the wagon.

Preston snorted as he exchanged looks with his friend. Adding to Sturges as he moved to get on the wagon as it started to move, "I'll be back at the farm tonight to help out once we're done."

"Good luck!" Surges laughed, waving the other group off. He offered an arm to Lucy, "Shall we go play with plants?"

"Yes!" Lucy laughed, taking the offer to walk with the other young man, but was enjoying the fun. And the faces before when the 'adults' were introduced to the idea that they could not only forage from the semi wild but harvest plants. Maybe it was Lana's influence, but Lucy did make a mental note to replant the bean sprouts in the forest.

Or by the shipping lock up, there was one section of fence that they could not dig up. Not without tearing the posts, even Valory could not dislodge the posts.

Lucy was not the only one to be considering the old shipping building, as her sister was eyeing it as the other group was rolling.

"I wonder what we could use the building for." Mary noted aloud, nodding to the pre-war building. "Should we grow something inside?"

"Probably, there's the moss and razorgrain. But the windows and roof need to be renfoced before something is permanently done." Lana hummed, thinking about it as she climbed in the shotgun seat beside Mary.

"I think Noel said the walls were still good?" Megan offered as she found a better seat behind the two girls. Young women. Preston was sitting to her own right, resting in the front left corner of the wagon. That way he could watch ahead and behind them easily. The older ghoul woman shifted a bit so she could keep a casual eye behind Preston in turn.

"Yeah, surprisingly pretty solid. Not nearly as thick as the intact buildings in Concord." Lana hummed, "We might beagle to make the main warehouse into a barn?"

Preston gave a soft snort, amused, "At the rate you- we?- seem to be finding brahmin and radstags? We would have to get some fencing back."

"Deer." Lana muttered, eyeing Preston as he smiled back.

"What about using it for the turkeys?" Megan offered, "With the roof mostly intact, razor grain growing inside. It would be like how I used the main floor of the museum to tame down adult birds and train the chicks. If there's chickens you'd need space to have them until the eggs hatch so they feel safe."

"That could work," Preston blinked, and turned to Mary and Lana, "All the doors close right? I think Blake said the windows were covered?"

"...yeah, we boarded up the larger holes in the windows," Lana thought as they passed by the shipping lock up that was to their right. Following a rough old path that used to be a road but was mostly overgrown. "Not all of them, you can see some that are still open. But maybe if we find some more chicken wire?"

"I think there's a few old war stores that might have some." Preston hummed, "We passed a few schools and an airport on the way out here."

"There's a middle school not far from here." Megan perked up, "I think Noel said it was in good condition. I haven't seen the area since before the bombs dropped. But I remember him saying it was untouched from the…lost ones inside. It's a little heartbreaking to see them so small, or the little bones."

All three, Mary, Lana and Preston all winced. At one point like so many others, they had come across little bones at least. Lana was looking down, remembering the one time she had seen a small lost one. The mixed feelings that froze her up to the point her uncle had to step in to save Lana from being hurt. Preston had uncovered a small skull more than once in the long march. Unlike how Mary had found remains in the woods.

"Maybe they should rest soon," Lana murmured, and then tilted her head, watching some smaller iguanas in the branches. Then shook herself and asked, "Any idea how big the fences are at the schools?"

"About normal I would think," Megan hummed, trying to remember what that number was, "About eight or nine feet for the field stretches, somewhere around twenty feet for the sport areas."

"So…just high enough that the deer and brahmin would stay inside." Lana thought about it out loud, "As long as there's no breaks and a water source, it could be a good place to have things later. Radexes could grow safely inside the fence."

"A barrel from my stores could reseed anything in there too." Mega hummed.

"You had a lot of razorgrain growing inside the museum right?" Preston asked, he had not seen anything inside of the place other than what was beside the doors. "Could we grow it in the school too?"

"We could.," Mary perked up, "We could have another safe place for the flower type in pots.

"You can grow a lot of things inside, well. Most everything really, as long as you have the right light, soil and clean water." Lana added in, thinking of the bunker that was slowly being converted into growing spaces. The dimmer areas had the moss mostly, as it could handle low light. "What are you thinking Preston?"

"If the water is good, we could help a lot of people with razorgrain." The young Minuteman commander thought aloud, "There's a lot of people that do want to do honest work and have a safe place. It might be a good place to try and get the Minutemen restarted. If that other group followed mine, maybe others could come."

"The Uncle Edward might be interested," Lana thought, remembering what he had talked about, "Deegan had said something about needing to switch people, guards from his places to somewhere. I think for mental breaks but also talked about guarding here."

"I think it has something to do with the area in Parsons." Mary piped up, glancing back and then back to focusing on getting Buck to turn as they passed the top of the lake. "Dad says it's always strange around the asylum. I've been to the vets a few times and we had to pass that place… it does feel… weird. Can't imagine living close to it."

"Radiation?" Preston asked, frowning, but it did not seem like it even before Mary shook her head.

"Maybe it's ghosts." Megan hummed thoughtfully, "Or what's left of them, the ghost shadows left behind from the blast. There's a few near concord, or there was, and it always feels strange in those spots. If it was an asylum, or any kind of care facility, I can only imagine what people may have felt like after the bombs dropped."

Lana inclined her head to Megan in agreement, distracted by an odd flash of color in the distance. Her voice was slightly distracted as Buck was leading them up a roundabout way north of concord now. Nearer to the almost due west of the town. "Aren't we near where you were talking about going to Preston?"

"Aaahhh," Preston had to pause and then sat up, almost able to stand in the moving wagon as he placed where they would be in a mental map. "Almost, I think Sanctuary is northeast of us."

"It's not as far as I thought It was," Mary blinked, trying to remember if she had been in this direction. She realized that she had not come up here much, other than sticking to the woods or going far enough to get mulberries on the shorter trees that grew almost year round.

"I can see the cabin I walked near last year… two years ago?" Megen pointed to where a prewar building was ahead. Watching as Lana helped direct Mary how to get Buck to start slowing once they were off the slight hill and on a little more level ground. Preston leaned over to see what Lana was talking about as Buck rumbled as he pulled up to the cabin.

A faded sign, almost too small to notice on the broken rails, announced it to be a ranger station. There were other signs that had been on the walls. Ranging from being sun faded, to warning about bears and coyotes. One even had listed fees for hunting or fishing.

"No feeding bears?" Preston half asked, and snorted, "Not bad advice but who would want to feed Yao guai of any kind?"

"It had been surprisingly common back then," Megan hummed, waiting until the wagon was fully stopped and the brakes engaged. "I never really saw the point, other than bird feeders. But I've always liked to bird watch."

"Birds back before the war were smaller and less grumpy, right?" Mary asked, looking back and up at Megan as she started to get up.

"Most were smaller than the few around here." Megan smiled, the image of 'her' semi wild turkey hens, or those that had been raised inside her museum. "I heard of what the storks and herons turned into. Some of the smallest sparrows used to be the sassiest of things."

Preston had hopped down, moving to the back of the wagon to lower the back gate and help the older woman off. He moved almost in time with Lana to check around the cabin. Each whistling to get the attention of any lost ones, wanting to get a pin point on a feral that migrated into the area just in case.

The most that happened was a doe lifting her head from where she was dosing. Watching Preston and Lana with her primary head. The doe was confused but not really bothered by calm humans that walked near. But not close. Maybe they did not see her?

Though everyone could see her, Lana debated if she could loop the doe with a rope. She was fully furred as well as very round, as she was near, but not quite ready to give birth. It was Megan that let a giggle slip as she saw the moment that the doe seemed to realize Buck was real as the bull shook his heavy head. The doe stared at him with both heads and wide eyes, not of fear but amazement. Maybe the equivalent of a lady boner for a deer.

With no scents she knew from hunting predators, Lana was staying down wind with her jacket. The doe groaned as she got up, walking to sniff the wagon first. Then Megan was sniffed before walking dazed like to see Buck. Almost like she hypnotized by the sheer attractiveness of the massive bull. Pausing as the big head swung around to look back, she tensed but as Buck only gave a low friendly grumble the doe dared to reach out to touch noses.

The bull moose clearly was charming the nonexistent pants off the doe as she stayed long enough for Buck to start grooming her necks. He was getting used to the smaller, calm deer now. Not just the fawn but the other does that had been found or just walked in with the moose to the night time pen. He kept the doe distracted long enough for Mary to quietly walk up and slip an improvised rope made halter on the secondary head, then the primary.

"It's so amazing how calm they are." Lana marveled, she was so proud of her big bull at the same time.

"Not all of them," Preston said as he walked over, his rifle up on his shoulder as he pulled some of the razor grain from his pocket. Smiling softly as the doe accepted the treat, even if she was a little bewildered. Everyone was calm around her, more so Buck was. "But she is pretty friendly. I take it we're bringing her along?"

"Why not?" Mary crooned softly, giving the doe a good scratch near where Buck has groomed. "I like the idea of trying to farm them, with the brahmin. And she's near to giving birth so we could try and imprint on the babies like the one Lana found in the storm."

"It's not like we don't breed just moose back home-home." Lana added, smiling as she was able to offer a few seeds to the doe as well. "We have some deer in the ranch areas, but mostly elk."

"Where do we tie her?" Megan asked, glancing back at the wagon, then to the sides.

"Near Buck likely." Lana hummed, looking over the wagon. "We can try beside him on the other side of the yoke, or… you know it might be better at this side's back corner of the wagon. Don't want Buck thinking she's supposed to be pulling with him, or running her over by accident."

"Any others around might see her and follow?" Mary offered the idea, testing to see if the doe would follow her. After a hesitation and some more razorgrain seed treats she did. Mary was securing an open bag with more of the razorgrain to keep the deer occupied and distracted. At the same time, Megan was starting to poke around the outside of the cabin, picking up some things that were transparent and shining in the light.

"What is it?" Lana asked, coming over and tilted her head puzzled. Preston followed and leaned around her to see, keeping some of his attention on the cabin. Lana noticed that he was scanning the eves and did so too. Noticing some sort of dried residue on the exposed beams and wall.

"Looks like there was a bloatfly infestation not long ago," Preston hummed, though he did not hear any living bugs. Not even the scratchy sound of them walking.

"Botflies?" Lana blinked, holding two fingers apart three inches, "The bity infection things? I thought they only survived in the south central part of the continent…?"

"Noo, no. Not them." Megan said promptly, knowing exactly what the young girl thought of with the misunderstanding. "These are dangerous in groups, annoying and painful on their own."

"Still can be dangerous on their own," Preston cautioned, feeling bad for cutting in, "It's easy to underestimate the bugs, but if you get stung or a larvae attaches and you don't get off. Or clean and sterilize the area fast, some part of the chemical junk they spit, flesh can turn necrotic. I noticed people underestimate how fast it can happen, in a few days."

Lana's eyes widened as she glanced at the wings that Megan was holding. "So… no touching these bugs."

"No touchy," Megan agreed, "But the turkeys are good at hunting these things. Looks like this wasn't too long ago that they picked these off completely."

"Let's check inside to be sure there's no larvae." Preston insisted, taking his laser musket off his shoulder, stepping onto the old porch. Wincing as it creaked threatenly, but held as his weight. The man moved to the open door and scanned inside, first for any wet mounts of dirt and rotting meat.

"Oh... the poor thing…" Preston paused, as he lowered his musket, the young man glanced at Lana as she peered through the door behind him. Megan peeked in from the door, "I wonder what her story was."

"It's…she? Has been here a long time," Lana noted coming in, her bow and drawn arrow put away on her back as she came in, scanning with her eyes for a long few moments. The papers recently pulled out of their safe places and blew about not long ago. The odd fungus growth to the left. All three took a moment or so in silence.

Lana moved forward, kneeling down to gently examine the pale bones. The weathered stiff clothes that clung to the skeleton, a faded blue dress, some sort of pants that used to be warm. There were odd fragments around that were the remains of a blanket that broke down around the remains.

The older ghoul woman stepped into the room as Preston moved to the left. Megan's gaze softened as she watched, "How long has the poor little girl been here? ...alone?"

"These remains are centuries old. You can see the calcification and that odd coating some bones get when exposed to the post drop storms." Lana moved to the other side of the mattress, she could not identify more information than that. She paused, making sure her gloves were firmly on while Looking down. The botanist carefully picked a pale little skull, angled with loose teeth, but had been tucked into the hollow of where the body once curled over it "She wasn't completely alone. See? It's a pretty big cat skull. Really fragile, just as old as her I think."

"At least someone was with her." Megan hummed, feeling her heart break a bit for the girl- the bones seemed to be only a bit shorter than the girls she was used to. Not so small to give away a child.

A lot of people seemed to be kids to Megan now, but also she thought that she could guess it was a teen? Maybe?

Megan glanced at the suitcase, hesitated and sat on her knees beside it. Carefully touching it and finding that though the suitcase was stained and some parts sun bleached, it was still solid and intact. The zipper was stiff, and needed some tlc to work. Preston had gone and come back by the time Megan opened it. She glanced up to see him using a hunting knife to cut the smaller brain fungus off the wall and put it in a sample bag. There was an assortment of clothes in the suitcase, seemingly thrown in quickly, and a few other things.

Megan hummed as she ran her thumb over the soft teddy bear head. It was black furr, feeling not like the fake stuff but almost like the rabbits' fur in her new home. She turned it over, feeling the velvet soft paw pads that were a gray color. Then finding the stitching of a name and date on the left foot, and the right had 'love from grammy.'

The older woman had to do some mental calculation as she looked up to see Lana still looking at the scene. "I think her name was Patricia."

Lana moved over, picking up a sealed clipboard case, and took the bear to look over. "The birth date match up roughly before the bombs dropped… she would be…"

"Seventeen. Just a little older than Abby." Megan took a deep breath, looking through the suitcase, finding a few diaries and a bundle of cash. In a sock was a thick chain gold necklace with a blue stone surrounded with smaller clear crystals or diamonds. An heirloom piece if Megan had ever seen one. Likely from a great grandma or something like that. There was a holo-tape as well, a few of them, but the recorder did not seem to have a play back.

"Oh," Lana breathed from her spot, sitting back with a soft thump. She was holding the bear in the crook of her left arm, and had opened the case to start reading the shaky handwriting. Papers taken from the ranger files, but the blank backs had been used to write. "Oh… the poor thing."

"What is it?" Preston came over, hesitating as he looked between the skeletal remains and the suitcase. "After the bombs-?"

Lana shook her head, taking a few deep breaths to keep calm. "No, well, she did die after the bombs dropped, but not that much after. She was living in this cabin, homeless after being kicked out."

"Who would kick out a child," Megan frowned deeply, and then paused. Old memories, some old weariness remembered, it made Megan's heart break even more before the next words were spoken.

"Patricia, she was pregnant. Her father kicked her out." Lana said, eyes soft and concerned for the past life those bones once lived. "It was the day before the bombs dropped, her cat, a big maincoon, found her and stayed here with here. I think she passed the day after the bombs. She wrote about being tired and sick, and that her cat didn't seem well either."

Kneeling down, Preston pulled off his own left hand glove. After a moment he leaned over to rest a hand on the pale, dry bones. His touch was very light, being so careful with the fragile things under his fingers. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I hope she didn't suffer."

"I…don't think so," Lana took a deep breath, scanning the papers again, all the rambling things, little poems and stories for the to-be baby. "She describes being really sick, nothing about the…boom. I hope that means she just died in her sleep."

"I know its not reasonable to do it for everyone," Megan spoke hesitantly, gently putting things back after refolding the almost pristine clothes. "But, do you think we can find a nice place to lay the girl to rest?"

"I think we can do that." Preston nodded, shifting as he reached out as Lana was starting to get up. Taking the case to read the last written words as well, some soft part of him wanting at least someone else to read the teen's last things. To be remembered a bit.

"Not here, but I think we can." Lana got up and walked around the aged mattress to the old desk and filing cabinets, finding a box to empty into a cabinet. "There's some nice places by home, and we can put her under one of the blackberry trees. I think I still have some poppies too."

"Is that big enough Lana?" Preston asked, worried as he saw the box.

Lana gave him a sad smile, "There will be room, it's surprising how small of a box we, as humans, will be able to fit into. That dress will fill up the space and keep the bones inside."

"It's a good size," Megan nodded, having collected several skeletons over the years. Only the remains that were bones, as she had not gone near anything that wasn't for a long time after the bomb dropped near boston.

Still a little worried about it, Preston did help pack the bones away into the box. As carefully as they could. The dress had to be cut open, and the young man was both glad and a little sad there were no tiny bones outside of the… other than Patricia. He was a little surprised when Lana carefully put the cat's remains inside, but that made some sense to him. Let Patricia have her loyal companion in the resting place.

Walking back out, Preston took a deep breath, looking at the wagon and smiled a bit. Letting the other two move ahead of him. Megan had the suitcase re-zipped and Lana was holding the box. It was a sad story here, Preston not fully sure if he could listen to the tapes. The handwriting that turned from neat to shaky was hard enough.

Maybe it was a little bit of respect, a little wistful thinking, but it seemed to make the others feel better.

Okay it made him feel better too.

Preston watched as Lana filled Mary in a bit of what was found and took them a while to come back. The radstag- the deer doe was still pretty calm where she was tied to the back of the wagon. Even with Lana and Megan walking around it.

A weird warble-like sound started the humans, and the doe. It was very loud, coming from the forest north of them. Something like a rapid gurgling sound before a flash of metallic color and movement.

"Oh dear, it's a big Tom." Megan breathed, glancing back in time to the faces of the other three as the turkey male started to display. Going from being streamlined smooth feathers on a large body. At least four feet tall, with a thick neck and legs to support the thick body.

"Wha…" Lana breathed as the avian creature seemed to inflate. Almost looking like it doubled in size. Likely almost weighing in at eighty pounds, it looked like it could now outweigh any of the humans. The metallic blue-grey color flared into copper and burnt orange shades. Even its head turned from pale cream to vivid red and blue.

Again that rapid gurgling sound came, the puffed up turkey's head jerking in time as it strutted forward at the humans.

Mary yipped first as she hopped back up on the wagon. Lana backed up towards the cabin, fumbling a moment to get her bow and a game arrow out from the quiver.

Preston also was just swinging his laser musket up as this demon bird thing seemed to charge at Preston. Impossibly the turkey seemed to inflate even more as it cleared the distance rapidly. "Whoa-whoa!"

"Be careful of his feet!" Megan warned as she had scrambled up into the wagon as well, trying not to trip on the box of bones or the suitcase. She flinched as the musket discharged, "Head! Aim for the head!"

"What else are we supposed to-" Lana yelled as she fired, letting out a sound as she missed the rapidly moving turkey. It moved far too fast then it seemed like it should be able to, not unlike how Varory could. So it took a minute for Lana to switch mental gears as she tried to get a shot that did not risk Preston as he was backed up and almost tackled by the turkey.

It was a chaotic minute, maybe three in reality from start to finish. Though for the humans, mostly Preston it seemed to take much longer before the turkey was downed.

The young man sat up, gasping to catch his breath and pushed off the bird's weight from his lap. Watching as the metallic feathers slowly smoothing back out as the deer stared with wide eyes from where she was pressed against the wagon as the dow could not get away. Mary was still struggling with Buck to keep him from breaking out of his harness. The bull only calmed down after Lana spent a few minutes with Buck.

Preston felt a shiver work up his back as he paled a bit staring at the giant bird. "Megan?"

"Yes?" The older woman asked as she climbed down carefully, pulling a wing off Preston and making sure he was clear of the beastie.

"You said…these turkeys stay in groups?"

Megan chuckled, well able to guess what Preston was thinking, "Yes, but this was likely the biggest Tom guarding the nest."

"...oh dear," Preston echoed the older woman's words from earlier. Not quiet sure why Mega was giggling at him.