Beth turns on the tap and rinses off the rabbits, mostly because the novelty of water they can run whenever they want still hasn't gotten old. After so much time out in the woods, she doesn't give a damn if a few blades of grass find their way onto the meat--but she likes being able to wash the blood off everything, her hands included, and pat the carcasses dry with paper towels Aaron scavenged. It's been a long time since she's been able to do that without a second thought.
"The fur'll be soft," she points out, leaning back against the counter. Judith'll never know the difference anyway. For better or worse (and Beth, for one, has never been able to decide), she'll probably always be happy with rough leather. "I can ask Olivia for some salt, if you want."
And maybe she can make a conversation out of it next time she sees her students. Guess what Mister Dixon's doing-- She's been trying to work their group into discussions where she can, anyplace it might help the kids get to know them.
Somehow the offer takes him by surprise. It shouldn't, because of course that's the logical thing to do, but on his own-- well, he'd just wait until he could scare some up. Maybe stuff the skins in a freezer, since they can do that. Miracles never fuckin' end.
"Sure," he murmurs, not sure what else to say, somehow rebelling at the thought of asking for anything. Maybe just because of the chance they'll say no. But it's for a good cause, and they're all in this together, all that shit.
"I dunno." She doesn't know Olivia too well--not yet, anyway--and some of the people around here look at them like they might be a little bit feral. Not everybody, though, and if Beth's the one asking, maybe it'll be easier to get a yes. "But maybe. She seems nice."
Beth wipes her hands on her jeans unconsciously, leaving a faint streak of blood on one leg, and looks over at the rabbits. "I should probably ask for some vegetables for dinner anyway. Just regular salt, right?"
It'd suck if it turned out he needed something special.
Probably he'll have to look for more, but that's not so bad. Ain't like bulk salt is something people would think to take, probably; even picked-through shops might have a couple boxes left.
Besides, the worst that could happen is it won't work.
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"The fur'll be soft," she points out, leaning back against the counter. Judith'll never know the difference anyway. For better or worse (and Beth, for one, has never been able to decide), she'll probably always be happy with rough leather. "I can ask Olivia for some salt, if you want."
And maybe she can make a conversation out of it next time she sees her students. Guess what Mister Dixon's doing-- She's been trying to work their group into discussions where she can, anyplace it might help the kids get to know them.
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"Sure," he murmurs, not sure what else to say, somehow rebelling at the thought of asking for anything. Maybe just because of the chance they'll say no. But it's for a good cause, and they're all in this together, all that shit.
"Think she'd give it?"
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Beth wipes her hands on her jeans unconsciously, leaving a faint streak of blood on one leg, and looks over at the rabbits. "I should probably ask for some vegetables for dinner anyway. Just regular salt, right?"
It'd suck if it turned out he needed something special.
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Probably he'll have to look for more, but that's not so bad. Ain't like bulk salt is something people would think to take, probably; even picked-through shops might have a couple boxes left.
Besides, the worst that could happen is it won't work.