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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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?

[devoutish]

Cans of beans.

It wasn't so different from Norfinbury's food. No potato chips for us, though.

[bywolves]

Not exactly great food for not ending up like - this. [ He gestures to his own torso, which, while he's getting a little more filled out, he's still sort of malnourished. He's still recovering. A beat, and then. ] You know - this place might not be the best for showing you how to trap rabbits.

[devoutish]

Do the rabbits hop into the traps by themselves?

[bywolves]

No, just. [ He rubs at his neck and sighs, before heading a little further into the brush to demonstrate. He crouches down into the bushes, vanishing for a second, before standing up and showing Alfie the mint green rabbit that he's just straight up holding in one hand. ]

They don't exactly run away.

[devoutish]

[Alfie makes a face.]

Something unnerving about that. Makes you want to pet it, not kill it.

[bywolves]

Yeah. Which I think is the intent. Zephyr's not really great at violence, apparently. Which should be reassuring.

[devoutish]

He wants us all to stop eating meat?

[bywolves]

Don't know. Maybe. Haven't asked. Just think it hasn't occurred to it to give the creatures it's putting down here a survival instinct.

[ Which is why it's not reassuring. ] You can still lead them to traps, but it's easier just to pick them up and kill them. Or shoot them.

[devoutish]

Poor little tyke.

[Spotting another one about thirty feet away, Alfie levels his pistol and takes aim.]

Step back a bit, will you?

[bywolves]

[ Royce puts the rabbit down back into the bushes. It won't go far, and even if he can't find it again, there's been... a lot of woodland creatures, lately. After all the cupcake shenanigans.

He steps back from Alfie, curiously watching the gun. ]

[devoutish]

Are you far back enough? I don't know how much space you'll need--

[bywolves]

Why do I need to be far back?