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"You get that I don't really need you, right?" he countered without missing a beat, "I don't get paid enough to be your babysitter."

"That there's a Jackalope," he said with a short laugh, "Kinda....a cross between a Jack Rabbit and an Antelope. Ain't sure where Holly got him from, but she calls him Amos."

“It’s me, you dumbass,” replied Robin with an exasperated sigh, and upon seeing the rusted and slightly crooked golf club in Ben’s hands, she quickly snatched it from him, “and gimme that, before you hurt someone.”

Elvis had come up behind Dana, quiet as a mouse, and watched her watching Robin at her workbench for a good few seconds before Dana had noticed him. When she did, he simply flashed her a quick grin and dodged an incoming swing of her fist. “Why not?” He asked and popped a pilfered snack into his mouth as he peered down at her expectantly. When his only response was another swing aimed at him, he held his hands up in surrender and conceded with a quickly muttered, “alright, alright,” and moved a hand across his mouth and twisted it, imitating the motion of a lock and zipper. He then winked knowingly at Dana before returning to his previously interrupted task - trying to sneak snacks out of the kitchen.

"A bit, I reckon," he conceded, shifting his chair, "He's uh....nervous, 'round most folks he don't know well. It ain't really my place to tell the whole story but, he had it real rough growin' up. Rougher 'n most," a pause while he lit a cigarette, and shook his head, "I doubt it's anything you've done, and I don't think he hates you or nothin'. It just takes him a while to get used to folks, and really trust that they ain't gonna treat him like shit."

Tyler rubber the back of her neck and smiled in surrender, looking a little sheepish and regretful. “I guess I was a little hangry earlier,” she replied in a subdued voice, pursing her lips slightly at her own stupidity earlier and sighed. “I’m sorry, Dana. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. Do you think we can try again?”

"Um....I uh....I like choppin' firewood," Slim answered quietly, giving a shrug of his shoulders, "And...s-sometimes I help Maybelle make bread over in the boardin' house....I like kneadin' the dough..."