[ He may not want to get attached, but Nashua isn't taking a single step away from where the grill is. She's really hungry and his hot dog-shaped meat-product is starting to smell quite good as it cooks. She's happy to watch, beer in hand, and eventually be fed. Maybe there will even be ketchup-like condiment and mustard-like condiment. Girls only want one thing, etc.
Companionable silence drifts between them, but it doesn't last long. Nashua crushes it like an unrepentant kid crushing an anthill.]
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Companionable silence drifts between them, but it doesn't last long. Nashua crushes it like an unrepentant kid crushing an anthill.]
Hey, did you talk to Kara?