"Speaking of that, I heard a rumor that the beavers are doing their own cooking competition this weekend..." River said, finishing the plate. Sam brought her knees up to her chest. Her eyes were locked on the plate. "It was like a snake devouring an egg....." Sam said. River burped. "What! It took a lot of energy to do this!" River said. "So many sweetrolls...." Sam said, her eyes glazing over as she grabbed onto Chip. "Oooh! Another competition?" Chip said, "We could use this as a trial run. I know a couple of beavers that I could find out where this one is." "It's on some ship with a complicated name," River said. Sela and Chip groaned. "What? What did I say?" Sam unclenched her body, allowing her knees to drop. "You're probably talking about the ethics and compliance office's official ship... it's got the only sanctioned casino we run on the water," Sam said, "Entry is for beavers and otters only." "That's... an interesting rule... but I can get in now, right?" River said. "I mean yeah, but then you'd learn some otter and beaver trade secrets. I've heard that the food is amazing, though," Sam said. "There's a policy of whatever happens on the ship stays on the ship, but I guess a friendly competition...." Chip said, frowning. "We should do it. I'll be the muscle," Sela said. The table was quiet for a brief minute as the serving mouse came and grabbed the empty plate. "HEY WAIT A MINUTE! You guys all assumed that already, huh..." Sela said. "How many days did you say again, River? And can you keep this transformation up long enough for a competition...?" Chip said. "Indefinitely... as long as I get to eat from time to time," River said, "And probably three days?" "Okay so you'll all come meet my raft tomorrow and I'll we'll practice with Uncle Stone and..." Chip explained his plan, bringing in conspiracy, and the group resolved to have a big dinner the next day at Chips house.