[Not like Tess did, either. Not real cooking, but it was there in the back of her mind, old, old memories. It'd be a pain, but it'd get the job done neat enough. When he comes back with the case she takes it with a crooked smile.
That wouldn't do for cooking, but no one was going to be eating these. Hopefully. Except maybe some of those little furry bastards.]
That'll do it.
[Twists the feather once more, same crooked smile before setting it down] You think so?
[She wouldn't have picked it, awful bright, but she's fairly certain he's joking anyway.]
Need another container. You got another one of those catfood tins?
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[Not like Tess did, either. Not real cooking, but it was there in the back of her mind, old, old memories. It'd be a pain, but it'd get the job done neat enough. When he comes back with the case she takes it with a crooked smile.
That wouldn't do for cooking, but no one was going to be eating these. Hopefully. Except maybe some of those little furry bastards.]
That'll do it.
[Twists the feather once more, same crooked smile before setting it down] You think so?
[She wouldn't have picked it, awful bright, but she's fairly certain he's joking anyway.]
Need another container. You got another one of those catfood tins?