[ Rude is absolutely right on the fact that Reno is not yet aware of his new habit. The fact that the blanket is technically not his, doesn't register. Nor that he will most likely get it back to his own room and sleep nested in it (and several others). ]

I was always a bald harpy and you never complained, partner. [ Ah, he knows it's how Rude expresses concern, but he can't help but add some lighter tone to his reply.

Some frustrated rookies gave him various nicknames once when they figured it out it was okay to be casual with him— he can't say for sure that "harpy" was one of the creative epithets, as he wasn't keeping score, but who knows. That was his schtick, his way of being a Turk. Not prim and proper, but easy-going and relaxed— and yet, still reliable and at his best.

It all feels like so long ago, but at least this— setting up the table, quick deal of cards, in the middle of the night, feels familiar and good. ]

Let's add some stakes— whoever loses washes the dishes.

[ Since there is no reports to write ]