Oh, it must've been-- Christ, somewhere around the time you and Nate bumped heads, I'd say. Give a few.

[For the transient migration comes easy, but unpinning home base entirely and relocating elsewhere-- setting up a definite spot to come back to that is so unfamiliar-- isn't a choice made thoughtlessly. ]

That we do but they're still the ones running customs. Besides, they're a good enough bunch stuck in a sorry little box, can't be too hard to promise them a bottle for every boatload, yeah?