The turtle carefully set what was left of his burrito down. He tried to make sure it did not touch any of the other food and infect it with turtle germs. He held up a finger before reaching inside the sleeve of his robe.

He pulled out what looked like a freshly laundered and folded piece of cloth. Aramis unfolded it and carefully and trying not to invade Brooke's space too much set the cloth over her designer skirt. He hoped that would protect her clothing enough.

Once he was sure she could eat without sartorial damage, the turtle settled back and picked up his burrito.

"One tree does not make a forest." He nibbled on his burrito. "I am tied to the whims of his feelings. As are the others, I assume. But five distant pieces in a whirlpool do not make a whole."