009 - Key Lime

[deadly_ned]

I am only just now realizing that a dark and terrible storm is lurking over the horizon and that I may or may not have the resources necessary to prepare myself to face it.


And since I have one, and only one skill to offer in exchange..


Pies for any sort of sword-fighting or survivalist training for me and my inmate.


Please.


We're not fighters. At least, I'm not a fighter...much. I don't like to put words in the mouths of other people. I like to put pie there instead.

Or...room-cleaning, or I know Morse Code but I'm not sure how handy that will come in, but it's sort of a nifty little party trick when you're bored and have nothing better to do, but that might take a substantially larger amount of time than a simple comfort food hand-off.

[Locked to Thomas]

Digby has been re-homed. My room is officially dog-free. So you can...come, and go as you please.

If it pleases.

Also I may or may not have volunteered us both to go to a card game. Do you play cards? I can do a, um. A crash course.

Comments

[bodilesswarrior]

[Her smile is strained but warm.]

I'm not going to tell you you'll be okay, Ned, because I can't know that. But you won't be alone out there.

It looks like you've got a lot of stuff covered. What are your thoughts on throwing weapons?

[deadly_ned]

That's what I'm worried about.


I throw something and it becomes a weapon?

[bodilesswarrior]

[...Okay, that gets an amused smile.] I was thinking about, say, shuriken, but really, if you throw anything hard enough...

[deadly_ned]

Really, anything on hand? Should I start carrying my rolling pin with me?

[bodilesswarrior]

[Dead straight.] I think that'd work better as a bludgeoner.

[deadly_ned]

It is handy for bludgeoning raw dough..

[bodilesswarrior]

Hey, for all we know, that's what our monsters are made of. [Stranger shit has happened.]

[deadly_ned]

In which case...we're going to need a bigger oven.