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Hey, Willow! Sorry for takin' so long, I think I've got something workin' most of the time. Bit busy last week.

[Between apple picking, scavenging and crisis management... what he wouldn't give for some nice convenient civilization.] Can send it by if ya wanna take a look.

Second order a business: anybody here keep chickens, and how much you want in trade for a layin' hen or two? I can try scavengin' up some stuff for ya, bang together furniture, your call. Any other kind of bird's fine too, just so long as the eggs're a decent size. Thanks.

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Look what I found. [He lifts up a dusty, slightly cobwebbed and partly empty bottle with an metal screw cap. The label's too mold-stained to read, but the color is a rich brown.] From the smell it's some kinda liquor. Think you'd be up for helpin' me figure out if it's any good?

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I'd check how big and toothy they were first. I mean, if we're talkin' drake sized, I can handle it.

[The smirk on his face suggests he's half joking in any case.] Other method is gettin' Skulls ta drag some more cinderblock back an' buildin' myself a kiln in the backyard. We've got plenty of applewood now.

At least you're not completely stupid. I doubt some people here would think to check.

[Oh, the alcohol is kicking in a little already. He leans back, the counter on one side and the wall on the other, and takes the last mouthful of alcohol from his mug.]

A kiln would be a safer alternative, but if you're set on risking meeting up with something big and nasty, I won't stop you.

The plus side of big an' nasty is we get to keep our firewood for the winter. If we're getting sleet in October here it's gonna be a chilly couple months.

[He's nursing his cup along -- helps that he's already refilled it, of course.] Wanna refill?

True enough. It's your skin.

[He shrugs, holding out his cup.] Might as well. It's starting to not taste like rubbing alcohol.

No worries on my behalf, J., I've got claws. [He chuckles and obligingly pours Joshua another mug full.]

Ya know, it does sort of grow on you.

It does, a bit.

[Another pull on his mug. It's getting a little warm, isn't it?]

You're sure that your claws still work here?

[Warm? Naah. He might be going a little red in the face, but his skin tone always goes long, long before anything else.]

Seems to. You given yours a shot?

[Too bad for Josh, his pale skin is betraying how flushed he's getting.]

I haven't had reason to just yet. I probably should at least try, though.

Can't hurt to know what you've got up your sleeve, right?

[He considers the surface of the liquid, reflecting the dented tin as a kaleidoscope of light. He's this close to just setting the end of a stick on fire and drawing all over the walls. This close! As if being stuck on an unnaturally squashed plane wasn't bad enough.

He's never letting his sketchbook out of his hands ever again.]

I may have to go outside the city walls to try. I don't want to give up my trump card.

[Don't think he hasn't noticed you itching to draw on something, Sanae. Is he going to have to find you a pad of paper? Maybe they can make some from all of that applewood.]

[Those eggs he wants? You can make all the egg white omelets your heart desires, Josh, but the yolks come pre-marked for egg tempera. It's driving him nuts.]

I'm not gonna say no if you want to come taunt some dragons with me.

I might take you up on that.

[Have all of the yolks you want, Sanae. The whites are better for you anyway.]

[Win/win. Hanekoma finishes off his mug and pours himself another, only half full. It's strong stuff, and he's feeling depressingly mortal these days.

Besides, half a mug works out to two or three shots all on its own.]

So what've you been up to? Other than keepin' an eye on Phones.

[Josh, meanwhile, hasn't been able to completely finish his second mug. There's about a third of the mug left, and he's just looking down into it like he's seriously, seriously thinking about dumping it out.]

Pissing off the natives. It's fun.

[... yeah, it's working.]

Ha! You and your romance novel. Can't believe you got the kid reading it.

That's the beauty of it. What I had wasn't a romance novel at all.

Oh yeah?

[Considering, and then hoisting himself up a few inches to sit on the counter and grin at Josh. C'mon. Provide the rest of the story.]

It was just a blank book. I made the whole thing up.

[That's an honest to goodness grin there.]

[And if you're being uncharitable, this might be described as an honest to goodness cackle.

It's probably too evil-sounding to be a chuckle.]

So tell me, did ya pick the title to send people off after a crappy romance, or was that part an accident?

[He's not moving yet. Just wait until he does. It'll get the alcohol flowing.]

A complete accident. It worked better than I had hoped.

Not bad. [Shaking his head, and considering the remainder of his cup before tossing it back in a single mouthful. He's desensitized enough...]

You want any more of that or should I put the cap back on? Answer carefully, gettin' it off's a pain.

I think I'm going to throw up if I drink any more.

[Bluntly honest there, Josh.]

Wouldn't want that. I'd end up cleanin' the floor.

[Have a little bluntness in return~]

If you're lazy, you could have the live-in help do it.

I'd feel bad makin' the kids clean up too many messes.

[There's almost a rueful look on his face, if you catch it in exactly the right light. Eyebrows a touch raised, corner of the mouth tucked up... he shakes it off and goes to put the cap back on their booze, moving just a little more carefully than usual.]

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