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He pats her hand again, now smiling just a little.
"So I'm a fool, but you can tolerate me at the very least?"
"So I'm a fool, but you can tolerate me at the very least?"
"Exactly," she informs him. There's plenty to be said about looking back and dwelling on what's happened when you can forget it and move on, but she leaves it. "And I am doing a whole lot of tolerating, considering the peace offering I came here with."
They weren't really hidden anywhere. He picks them up easily, and tosses them at him.
"There you go."
"There you go."
"What kind of a peace offering is that?"
He can't see booze in any of her pockets.
He can't see booze in any of her pockets.
"I was thinking we could go for a hike in the Enclosure or something."
Not her usual fare, but that's why it's a peace offering.
Not her usual fare, but that's why it's a peace offering.
He perks up a little and looks at her. He practically already has his hat on at the offer.
"You're right. That is quite the peace offering, miss. I got an idea for where we could go."
"You're right. That is quite the peace offering, miss. I got an idea for where we could go."
Tess gives an amused little huff, straightening up again.
"Figured you would. Where are we off to?"
"Figured you would. Where are we off to?"
He gets up, grabs his belt, gun and hat, and goes to open the door.
"Same place we went last time, only now I want to see if you got a head for treasure huntin'."
"Same place we went last time, only now I want to see if you got a head for treasure huntin'."
"Sounds like a regular day," she replies, following him. Little less fun when it's for bullets, scrap hardware and contraband, though. "You're an expert treasure hunter too, huh?"
"Expert? I wouldn't say so."
He locks the door, then makes his way to the Enclosure with her. "I just find maps, every now and then. Seems silly not to take 'em up on it."
He locks the door, then makes his way to the Enclosure with her. "I just find maps, every now and then. Seems silly not to take 'em up on it."
"Closest I've ever done to that is rifling through paperwork in old houses to find numbers for safes or keys for lockboxes," she replies. That is a little quaint to her, though –– treasure maps. It sounds like something out of a storybook, or a pirate movie.
"Thank you, muchly," and his good mood maintains. "And I think I'll take that queue to get working. Let me know if you need anything..."
He'll waggle his communicator.
He'll waggle his communicator.
"Well, that sounds familiar enough too. It ain't always good treasure to me, sometimes it's just stuff people left behind that was important to them."
"I'll know where to find you," he agrees, before straightening up.
"Thank you, partner."
"Thank you, partner."
“So you just collect people’s old trinkets,” she replies, amused.
"Sure. Just, sometimes their 'trinkets' end up being valuable jewelry."
He points at his temple. He's no dummy.
He points at his temple. He's no dummy.
Oh, she likes that.
"Their fault for not keeping their shit secure."
"Their fault for not keeping their shit secure."
"Knew I liked you for a reason."
He takes the steps down to the Enclosure's door and gives it the description. When he opens the door, the same pasture and river are there, familiar horses in the distance. But Arthur heads for the hills and the stone arches in the opposite direction.
He takes the steps down to the Enclosure's door and gives it the description. When he opens the door, the same pasture and river are there, familiar horses in the distance. But Arthur heads for the hills and the stone arches in the opposite direction.
Tess is still not particularly fond of the outdoors, but the fresh air is always a welcome change, and she lingers a moment just to look out at the pastures before following him.
"This treasure you found before, or can the Enclosure actually surprise you?"
"This treasure you found before, or can the Enclosure actually surprise you?"
"Treasure I found before," he says, and then goes to a small rock that has a paper sticking out of it.
"So I'm guessing it's up to you." And he hands her the Jack Hall Gang treasure map. The rock formation is clear and right there before their eyes - she just has to figure out how to get the actual treasure, now.
"Did half the hard work for you."
"So I'm guessing it's up to you." And he hands her the Jack Hall Gang treasure map. The rock formation is clear and right there before their eyes - she just has to figure out how to get the actual treasure, now.
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"Did half the hard work for you."
She takes the map and studies it, gaze flicking back and forth between the paper and the land beyond it. Doesn’t look too difficult. She starts off up the hill.
“And the rest looks easier than getting through collapsing houses.”
“And the rest looks easier than getting through collapsing houses.”
"Little higher up," he says, but gives her no more clues. Let her solve a little mystery.
“Yeah, over the ridge,” she replies, still heading up, picking her way through the short scruffy grass towards the rockier bit. Weird, to walk on that kind of ground. “You know, it’s still strange being outside.”
Once Allison figures out Arthur is very literally her neighbor, it's only a matter of time before she catches him in the hallway to strike up a conversation---after the whole lying-bug thing has run its course, after all. Can't risk any crickets.
She stops him as they are both about to enter their respective cabins. Convenient? Yes, but only because Allison has, of course, oh-so-covertly tailed him here from the dining hall post-dinner.
"I've been meaning to say hello," she says, "I just arrived, I'm right next door." She extends her hand, smiling a neutral smile. "Allison Carr."
She stops him as they are both about to enter their respective cabins. Convenient? Yes, but only because Allison has, of course, oh-so-covertly tailed him here from the dining hall post-dinner.
"I've been meaning to say hello," she says, "I just arrived, I'm right next door." She extends her hand, smiling a neutral smile. "Allison Carr."
"More than welcome."
And then he's out and going.
And then he's out and going.
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