Wrapping my ribs in the clothes that you left, call that hanging on by a thread
Definitely more pleased to hear him agree to attend rather than to think about it, which is just a polite way of saying no, she nods in approval. "Fantastic! I'll be looking for you, then." Her jaw works to keep back the deepening of her grin lest it give her away, tilting herself even so that she's working the mud with her back more turned to him until she can get a grip again. Honestly,, she is glad to have anyone come by and have some fun, and seems like he needs some too. She just might have to make an actually nice steak for him to go with his little treat. Although hey, he could end up loving it, she won't judge.
The next thing he says sounds promising at first, until it folds into the but of the matter. "Sounds like you don't need to skip then, you need to be faster, or have a double." That thought gives her a moment of pause, finger tapping her chin as she reaches for a memory. "Ronin can do that, if I remember right. Who knows, maybe you could get something like it." She shrugs, the bit of advice doled out like food on a cafeteria plate, take it or leave it.
They finish up the road work right as lunch time settles. She's no idea where the original crew up and wandered off to, but all the better for her wallet, now she only owes some for Zavien, and Sol. "Save it for the meats Sol," she teases, suggesting maybe he could be the one smoking them. "C'mon then, follow me and I'll show you the best ribs in the whole world." She sets aside the tools back near Edith's house, confidently walking over the dried and repaired dirt road as she moves. Dusting off her hands on her pants, she falls into step with Zavien, pointing out anything worth note (uncluding juicy town gossip) as they head for lunch.
"He's pleasantly surprised by her hospitality, warmed by her willingness to set aside some of these 'delicacies' for her. It reaffirms his faith in humanity..."
LMAO SHUT UP
[FIN]
The next thing he says sounds promising at first, until it folds into the but of the matter. "Sounds like you don't need to skip then, you need to be faster, or have a double." That thought gives her a moment of pause, finger tapping her chin as she reaches for a memory. "Ronin can do that, if I remember right. Who knows, maybe you could get something like it." She shrugs, the bit of advice doled out like food on a cafeteria plate, take it or leave it.
They finish up the road work right as lunch time settles. She's no idea where the original crew up and wandered off to, but all the better for her wallet, now she only owes some for Zavien, and Sol. "Save it for the meats Sol," she teases, suggesting maybe he could be the one smoking them. "C'mon then, follow me and I'll show you the best ribs in the whole world." She sets aside the tools back near Edith's house, confidently walking over the dried and repaired dirt road as she moves. Dusting off her hands on her pants, she falls into step with Zavien, pointing out anything worth note (uncluding juicy town gossip) as they head for lunch.
"He's pleasantly surprised by her hospitality, warmed by her willingness to set aside some of these 'delicacies' for her. It reaffirms his faith in humanity..."
LMAO SHUT UP
[FIN]
Colt
My heart is a hoarder, collecting things she shouldn't keep
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
