“So.” He had been like this the entire time I'd been here. Days.
	“So.” I responded, staring impassively back at the man sitting in front of me. He was slightly taller then me, slightly stronger looking than me, and was sitting on a chair raised slightly higher than mine. His name was Chris, he was Crystal's 20 year old cousin, and he did not like me. “How are things on the farm?”
	“Hard. How are things on the zeppelins?”
	“Cramped.” It seemed to me that he didn't like anyone who was not either a farmer, or family. In addition to this, he was really overprotective of Crystal. Given that I was a pilot, and dating her, nothing I could do could cause him to change how he thought about me.
	“How can they be cramped? Those things are huge, they couldn't even land in most of our fields without flattening the forest around them.” He was still glaring.