Well, yeah, but— [ Ed leans forward. ] I mean, how are we here? You're not...dead, are you?
[ It's pretty obvious this has been on his mind for about two-thirds of their conversation. She's taken his fish jar, though, which is good because he's got way too many to fit in his pockets. Most of them, he left back at the little village. (Was he supposed to deliver them? Probably, but he hasn't.)
He waves a hand. ] I poked around, but then my toes got started tingling from the cold, so I ducked inside. Plus, I've got [ he points to the picked fish in her hands ] that jar of fish and [ a wool washcloth lands on the table, followed by a tiny bone shaped like a weird bird, two buttons, and a handful of crushed dried flowers ] these on me, and I don't think the guys out there are into this stuff.
[ And some of 'em look like they could crush his head like a melon, which puts thieving out of the question. His sense of preservation isn't the highest, but it is high enough to not want to die for a stick of meat. ]
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[ It's pretty obvious this has been on his mind for about two-thirds of their conversation. She's taken his fish jar, though, which is good because he's got way too many to fit in his pockets. Most of them, he left back at the little village. (Was he supposed to deliver them? Probably, but he hasn't.)
He waves a hand. ] I poked around, but then my toes got started tingling from the cold, so I ducked inside. Plus, I've got [ he points to the picked fish in her hands ] that jar of fish and [ a wool washcloth lands on the table, followed by a tiny bone shaped like a weird bird, two buttons, and a handful of crushed dried flowers ] these on me, and I don't think the guys out there are into this stuff.
[ And some of 'em look like they could crush his head like a melon, which puts thieving out of the question. His sense of preservation isn't the highest, but it is high enough to not want to die for a stick of meat. ]