[Ned hums in vague agreement but also vague criticism; if Jacob would try not to flip the whole wagon over, he won't have to shout. It's quite simple. At first he's apparently content to sit back and hold the coat shut in front and just wait it out, but after about two bumps he doesn't believe they should have hit, the criticism comes—
Come on, Frye!
We'll be out here all day at this rate!
Watch where you're going, Frye!
He could do this part all day, honestly, but his latest is interrupted when the wagon lurches and he's sent sideways at the same time Jacob is sent toward him. Ned Wynert, crime lord, with his face smushed against a wet shirt that now smells like a barn and a river. He wiggles a hand free from inside Jacob's jacket to push himself back, leaning from where he is to try and assess any damage the wagon took from that.] If we don't sink or drown, I'm calling this a success.
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Come on, Frye!
We'll be out here all day at this rate!
Watch where you're going, Frye!
He could do this part all day, honestly, but his latest is interrupted when the wagon lurches and he's sent sideways at the same time Jacob is sent toward him. Ned Wynert, crime lord, with his face smushed against a wet shirt that now smells like a barn and a river. He wiggles a hand free from inside Jacob's jacket to push himself back, leaning from where he is to try and assess any damage the wagon took from that.] If we don't sink or drown, I'm calling this a success.