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[hecu_marine]

The boxsplosion has been dealt with, and Shephard thanked Kanaya appropriately before taking his various Christmas gifts home. Except the mug- he's keeping that in one of the abstracted pockets of the jacket Kanaya gave him a while back, as he intends to make a point of using it where people can see. He's not drinking now, though. Alene, one of Mrs. Wilson's first litter, insisted on following him when he started putting things away, so she's trotting happily along behind him as he heads out to the target range. It's been a while since he's been able to get in any time with a bow, and he's got some recently fletched and tipped arrows to test out anyway. Best to have one of the houndeyes around in case someone- not naming any names, but they're probably French- wanders through. Again.

He'll be happy to talk in between flights, though.

Comments

[not_his_pa]

"If you're goin' to be in a cave, that's the way to do it. Is there one for the animals?"

[hecu_marine]

"It ain't a big one. Mostly it's got goats," Shephard admits. "We're workin' on makin' more room for bigger stock."

[not_his_pa]

"Goats can handle a lot, sure they'll be fine."

[hecu_marine]

Shephard nods. "Long as we c'n make fair room for the cattle and such. If they can't fit down where my momma is, we got room on the Greenbrier grounds. One way or another."

[not_his_pa]

"I'll help you out with gettin' 'em settled."