Scooter: (singing, with guitar) I mean, you don't - have - to live like a refugee...
Beige: (singing) Don't have to live like a refugee...
Nora: What's going on?
Erin: Sounds like the boys are channeling Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. (boots up computer) Another council story to write...(takes out notes) At least they actually discussed something sort of interesting this time around.
Storyteller: And I still have those epics to work on...(disappears into hut)
Nora: I hear Claudia's going to give blood tomorrow.
Erin: Good for her - I, on the other hand, cringe with fear at the sight of a needle.
Scooter: You know, my uncle went in to give blood once, so he could show my aunt how brave and noble he was...
Beige: And?
Scooter: Fainted as soon as they brought out the needle.
Nora: So J.P. Grosse isn't as invincible as he looks.
Erin: I'd stick with donating the stuffed animals, or maybe a few quilts.
Storyteller: (sticking head out of hut) Speaking of which, what happened to that stack of quilts you had sitting on that chair for two weeks?
Erin: I gave them away. Took them off to the children's hospice last weekend.