"Well if we had coins, I'd flip you one for it," he spits, vitriol stirred up to the surface by the weather, the rush home through the trees, the fact of Ren's house done in by lightning only months before. But there's only so much of it, and his nerves do better with a roof between them and the storm.

"Sure, just leave your boots by the door." He peels himself out of his own, leaves them with the wet branch against the back wall, and pads into the house proper still dripping from all his clothes. "I don't think I have anything that will really fit you," even Casey's clothes aren't for a man of Ravi's height. "We could try letting out the overalls all the way, maybe."