"Like Hell you're not," Micah retorted, turning around. "I've got mouths to feed, y'know." He pointed at the taxi's fare-counter. "Of course, we're not really going anywhere at the moment, and we haven't really got you to your destination, unless you changed your mind about going all the way home."

He rested his forearms on the top of the taxi. "So I've told you all about my family, now. Wanna tell me more about yours? I figure we've known each other for long enough to start getting personal." He shrugged. "Or we could just talk about the fishing."