[Setting down the chicken she's half plucked for lunch, she begins rubbing her palms together in preparation, thinking "rabbit". A nice, plump doe... and then its there, in her hands, fully furred and open eyes still glistening.
If he was worried about grossing her out with bubblegum, (which admittedly, yes, she didn't know what that was), he might need to reconsider. Since she heard Detroit was a big city that had "supermarkets" and such, she assumes he doesn't know how to dress game, picking up her knife to begin flaying off the hide.]
No, it's not just you... It smells too sweet to me, like it will make you sick.
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[Setting down the chicken she's half plucked for lunch, she begins rubbing her palms together in preparation, thinking "rabbit". A nice, plump doe... and then its there, in her hands, fully furred and open eyes still glistening.
If he was worried about grossing her out with bubblegum, (which admittedly, yes, she didn't know what that was), he might need to reconsider. Since she heard Detroit was a big city that had "supermarkets" and such, she assumes he doesn't know how to dress game, picking up her knife to begin flaying off the hide.]
No, it's not just you... It smells too sweet to me, like it will make you sick.
[Or maybe that's just her medieval palate.]