"I think I remember reading something about Allmates once..." Mac murmured to himself, crouching down and holding his fist out in fist-bump fashion, waiting for Ren to (hopefully) accept and paw pap him in return.

"You're totally welcome lil dude. Both of you are, any time. My home is yours, just don't break anything. And feel free to go to town on any snacks I have around. I know there's dried fruit and jerky in my bedroom," he thumbed over his shoulder as he stood, arching a wry brow at Aoba.

"I prefer majestic swan, but you're a guest for now so I'll let you be bratty free of charge. Ugh, so rude. No respect," the Warlock muttered, padding across the floor and peering down at the console nearest his Ghost.

"We are arriving now. I am in communications with the station and we'll dock in ten minutes," his grumbling companion offered, mollifying the eager Guardian.

"Hey Aoba, you wanna watch from the ship or from the stands? I know my Ghost can get all the camera points up here and you can look down on the whole track, but they have pretty good food down there and you can watch the carnage up close. Your call. If I win you can even come kiss me. I won't tell."