"If Arthur is makin' people salute out there now, lemmie know so I can portal to Fandom to bitch-smack him, yo."

Salutes. Honestly, now. Reno didn't do any of that march-in-time shit, and he hoped to hell that the reserves hadn't started.

"Dirt's good. Edible plants, good. Somethin' that don't need much sun, if you can swing it. Ino's been sendin' radishes an' peas. I'm so friggin' sick of potatoes, if you send any of them, I'll mail 'em back with explosives taped to 'em."