[Ronan pulls back, and Kavinsky lets his fingers fall away, though he smiles at the way that the other dreamer flicks his fingers against his sunglasses. His heart skips a beat and he grins, wicked as he shakes his head, considering the question. Space travel is a new domain for him to figure out, but at the same time, the same principals seem to carry over, so he's not too concerned about it.]

First thing, would be to dream some shears. Think you can manage that, farm boy?

[He's pretty sure that he can pull this off. He's pretty sure that Ronan's already hooked on the weird thing. And K's never been able to resist the urge to do something stupidly complicated just because he thinks it'll make Ronan happy.]

It's not that complicated. This isn't the only animal on the list to requisition -- just the only cute one, far as I can tell. Most of the things we're recovering from the storage units are getting taken back to the hangar and then to the train. We just gotta sneak it in with us instead of into holding.

[It's at least half a plan. And better than muckboots, at least.]

Which oughta be easier when it isn't covered in ten pounds of wool.

[What could go wrong?]