With the battle totally legitimately won, totally, Chalk heaved with a little laughter, reclining back in one of the spacious benches of the RV. "Good fight, boys. Maybe we'll earn medals." He rumbled, no small amount of static in his voice as small sparks flew from the wires in and around his throat. "Seems we've got some time on our hands. I hear California's nice this time of year. Perhaps it'd be a good idea to head on over in that direction?" With that small suggestion, Chalk leaned back a little more, his headrest barely touching the middle of his back.