"Yeah," Tina grimaced at the reminder, tilting her head to the window, "there was a big thing recently about planting everything, luckily most of it should be okay with this mess going on." She means, of course, the hail. They were going to have to do some serious looking after once this was over, but she almost wonders what's next. "Well, as far as I've seen, no one's done anything much too crazy. Yet."

Tina's just gladdened that she has the journals she does have. It leaves for places to write notes and the occasional sketch, though she too often refuses to do that. Most of the time she's glad she has her sister and Newt to speak to. Those are the real saving graces. Smiling mildly, the woman shook her head. "You can find someone to play them with if you want," She half teased, brushing back her hair, "but I looked at the games they have and I've never heard of them before. If it weren't for the weather outside I'd more likely be in the woods right now."