The Long Winter RPG

[ArwenBaggins]

Dafodyl walked in behind Carl, and watched him swinging the squirrel. Shw quietly walked beside him, and tapped his shoulder. He looked at her with a slight jump.

"I guess you don't need me to cook that squirrel now...that we've reached this pub, I mean." She looked down at the bloody squirrel.

He stomped his feet on the rug as they stepped into the dim light, and he slightly blushed. "Well, I dunno. I might eat outside. I don't want all these little girls hanging around.

Dafodyl turned red. "Little Girls, aye? Well, not all women are little stay at home mothers and cooks. Nope. Not me." She smiled slightly and looked at him, and he just replied 'oh.'

"Well, whatever you do, you better eat. We won't have alot of bars along the trail, so take advantage of them." She patted his back, and walked farther into the smokey room.