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Ellen didn't sleep very well last night, for various reasons. She got up and took Dogmeat for a walk early this morning, but after that she's been a little lack-of-sleep addled most of the day. At the moment, she's wearing the black and tan uniform she got off the dead woman, as fresh and clean as she can get it, and contemplating the prospect of fried Cram and Dandy Boy candied apples for supper. (Contemplating in the sense that they're on her plate, but she's still working out whether she really wants to eat them yet or not.)
She could probably be bothered in the meantime, or Dogmeat could; he got himself a STICK when they were outside, and he will growl at anyone who tries to take his STICK away.
She could probably be bothered in the meantime, or Dogmeat could; he got himself a STICK when they were outside, and he will growl at anyone who tries to take his STICK away.