He likes to do that, jump over candlesticks and bust his head on hills, and somehow we all just have to tolerate the whirlwind he leaves in his wake.

[Harley's wearing a lot of leather, and she's trying to stay active by playing charitable hostess around the camp. See who was hungry, who needed what, and preoccupy herself with some conversation.]

I'm peachy! Freezing my tits off but on the plus side, it does wonders for rejuvenation. Like an ice bath.