"Steve?" Fionna entered the flat above the studio frowning over a sheaf of of paper that had come with the mail. "Are you home? Did you join something called the 'Rhydin Coast Guard'?"
She looked up from the hand-colored crayon drawings with a minor look of alarm at the contents of one. "Your rule book is here."
She looked up from the hand-colored crayon drawings with a minor look of alarm at the contents of one. "Your rule book is here."