Tex tipped back his fishing hat (today's hat of choice; he had at least eleven different types of hats he swapped out daily) and grinned at Jenny as she padded into view.

"No bueno, chickadee," he said comfortably, leaning back in his chair and swapping the axe for one of the many, many knives he kept on his person at all times. "Can't have a runner on an empty tank. Go swipe yourself something from the kitchen before you head out on what I'm sure is a one-hundred-percent certified and approved mission."

He winked just to prove his point.