Sigh. When JC got like this, it was hard to deny him anything. Judas rubbed a hand over his face and then rubbed his eyes before he walked over to his bag thrown into the corner, digging out the precious notebook he kept all of their finances in. Tugging the latest pen from the binding, he opened it up to the latest page and studied over it. Could they afford this? Sometimes JC made it sound so easy, like they could snap their fingers and make everything happen, but in his mind, JC was far from practical about anything. Maybe it was because he'd grown up mostly just fine with his father having a business, his mother doing well, but once in a while Judas could have strangled him.

"Alright, alright, look," he said in a tone that showed he was relenting, partly, "I'll start looking around to see what I can find. An RV for Twelve people... that's a damn big RV. Need to see if we can find one around here big enough and how much it'll cost. Okay?" It was a step in the right direction of what JC wanted to do, at least. They couldn't just poof a vehicle that big out of no where. "Give me a day or two to find what we need, and then we'll figure out how much we need to raise or sell or whatever to be able to get it."

But he did hesitate, chewing on the inside of his lip, before pointing out, "what do you think the others are going to think about this? Most of them haven't even traveled that much in their lives."