Max nodded to the life-sized Akshara putting the spiked knuckles back into his bag since it seemed Bubbles didn't want them right now. He listened to Lark's suggestion and Drakkon's complaint about coffee. The little Wastelander shook his head walking to to the now cold pot of coffee and dropped out the congealed tar that was the coffee watching in jiggle like jell-o.
"No go on the coffee, even if it wasn't jelly right now. The Black Coffee from my home is strong for adults it'll prolly make all our hearts explode if we drink it as kids and teens." He kicked the wriggling mass slowly killing the grass before stashing the pot in his bag. He thought on little Lark's suggestion to get moving and decided even as a 12 year old he was still the leader for the most part.
Standing on a log he cleared his throat and spoke as loudly and clearly as he could without squeaking.
"Lark brings up a good point, we should get moving but we also should clean up and find some food. I don't know about all of you but I'm hungry. Now there's a stream just down that hill, anyone that knows how to make a fishing line from a branch should do so and try and catch some fish. I'll be hunting some birds or maybe small animals anyone who thinks they can help me are welcome to do so. Everyone else try to clean yourselves up and take inventory of what's happened to us so far." With that he picked up the little Carbine and went off to stalk some game if there is any. Siks, who had been quietly watching everyone joined Max in the hunting knowing he wasn't much good at fishing.