Chattin' up men? Well, he had a bloody cheek, that one. They seemed to have all gone lax discipline wise without her about. He was going to get it good for that, make no mistake. Just not right now.

Instead Pepper settled for a fierce glare, then made a face. Horse With No Name? Ugh. She hated that song. No more than five notes and a song about some chap going through a desert that became a sea, and other poetic things that amounted to nothing. And it sounded so mopey. However, the Spice Girls made for an amusing image in her head. She grinned evilly. "Go on, Bri! Give us a little of that. I'd love to see you and Wensley do it. Which one are you? Oh, dun't tell me, you're Scary, and Wens is Baby, right?"