[ Well shit.

Wash goes tense, wondering exactly what was said because it's been a long time since Ephemera threatened him in a genuine way. He hadn't heard a threat besides 'don't piss me off' sort of things since the others had first arrived, nearly nine months ago. And how he'd threatened them hadn't been... Ephemera was trying, Wash knew, they both were. But Maine was another factor entirely. Far more of a challenge, considering how things had gone down. He breathes slow, tries not to overreact. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't know if he was being an asshole or if he actually made a threat. I'll talk to him. Make sure he knows that's not acceptable, that it's only going to escalate things. It won't end well for him.

[ And that's all he's going to say on the matter, for now. He doesn't know if Maine will trust him to handle it -- probably won't, will probably stay on his guard indefinitely, but. For now it's all he can do. Wash reaches over and lifts another slab of meat onto the roll of the mammoth's skin, and thinks they're just about done. Starts to roll it up carefully. ]

Help me get this to the fire pit?