6:13

The beaver sighed and tried again. In a calmer tone he continued. “Look, I’ve … we’ve … had a hard day. How about we put whatever you’ve got rattling around that brain of yours on hold and we take it up on a more auspicious occasion. I’ve got aches where they should never be and my temper’s a tad bit frayed. So let’s just get on with our day and call pax on this little conflict you’re so anxious inflame. Whaddya say?”

The only response was a slight twinkle in Edward’s eye and more silence.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” the beaver cursed exasperatedly. “Fine, whatever. Let’s get it over with. It’s not like someone’s going to sneak up on us and stuff us in a crate, is it? Oh wait…”

“Yes, about that. If you are quite done, may I suggest we move our little tête-à-tête to a more convenient location. I’d rather not be here when whomever decides to get around to investigating arrives. A relocation is in order and if you have no further objections, I suggest you follow me.”

“Right. Follow. Sure thing, Bucky. Lead on, MacDaft, I’m right behind ya.”

Edward look pointedly at the beaver and agreed. “Yes. Yes, you are going to be right behind me. Shall we?”

With the pleasant image of biting the annoying self-declared superior ass’s tail right off dancing across his brain, the beaver fell into step and head off the road and into the woods.