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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

It is now.

[devoutish]

I'll teach you to shoot a gun if you skin all the rabbits forevermore.

[bywolves]

Deal.

[devoutish]

You'll bring something to protect your ears, yeah?

[bywolves]

Mm. Any suggestions?

[devoutish]

Earmuffs? Bits of cloth stuck in?

[bywolves]

I've got cloth, I think. In my bag.

[devoutish]

Then off we go. Cheese?

[He holds out the remains of his cheese and bread - wondering if Royce will take it, even though he didn't see him prepare it.]

[bywolves]

[ He actually hesitates slightly. There's a beat, and then he takes the cheese with a flat expression. He's fine. It's fine. ]

Let me go get the cloth.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Alfie's grinning. He'll gladly give up the rest of his lunch for this.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce scoots over to his bag and rummages through it for a second - when he comes back, the cheese isn't in his hands, but he's got this obnoxious neon purple cloth and a pair of scissors. He cuts some of the fabric so he can wad it into small earplugs. ]

[devoutish]

That's very stylish. How much of it have you got?

[bywolves]

[ Royce rolls his eyes. ]

Two yards. Did you want some?

[devoutish]

I may make myself a sash.

[He gestures to the door.]

Come on. I've got the gun.

[He'd grabbed it while Royce was rooting around for his cloth.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce nudges him as he passes. ]

Stylish. [ He says dryly, leading the way out of the bedroom and out of the house. Off to the woods they go - Royce carrying Alverstone and a trap of his own making. It's a shitty thing and it barely works, but it does work. ]

Don't like skinning rabbits? [ Royce asks as they make their way out. ]

[devoutish]

I've never done it before.

[He follows, pulling out his one knife and turning it over idly in his hands.]

[bywolves]

Really? [ what ] Never? Not even in the war?

[devoutish]

Not a lot of rabbits hopping around in No Man's Land.

[bywolves]

Never seen your warzones, so I wouldn't know. They're everywhere, back home.

[ He watches Alfie play with the knife, a half smile on his face. Maybe inappropriately, considering what he's talking about. ] What did you eat?

[devoutish]

We were given rations. It wasn't much, but we weren't starving.

[bywolves]

[ There's a pause, and Royce links his arm with Alfie, not making much more of a fuss than that. ]

Not starving here, either. Better than not starving. [ Mostly. Royce is still gunshy as far as food goes, here and there, but he's getting better. ]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He paces himself to walk in step with Royce.]

You wouldn't like soldier food any more than you like soldier songs.

[bywolves]

I lived off salted, dried pork for months on the road. I'm sure I could handle soldier food. But you're right, I probably wouldn't enjoy it.

[devoutish]

Yeah, we had dried pork, as well. I traded mine away and ate double the dried bread.

[bywolves]

You - oh, right. [ Alfie doesn't eat pork, that's right. Royce frowns. ] They didn't have anything else?