14. phone/action

[no_indoor_voice]

[phone]

Well.

I don't know if we'll ever know what happened back there...

But I'm damned glad it's over.

[Action:

Well, hey, customers and coworkers. Your friendly neighborhood butcher is back at work, if by friendly you mean "grim and unsmiling". Except he's... well, his mood has genuinely improved, at least a little bit. His expression's neutral

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[numanstan]

[Hey, you know what makes straightening your hair really hard?

Missing half your fingers on your dominant hand.

But it's more important than actually working.]

[no_indoor_voice]

[Tybalt looks at him, briefly, and then keeps working.]

The dairy?

[numanstan]

Bears.

Bunch of wankers, the lot of 'em.

[no_indoor_voice]

I'm sorry. I heard about them, but...

[shrug that's mostly confined to a jerk of the head]

No reason to have gone on the highway. Especially not with that woman out there.

[istheatmosphere]

[Mokuren's getting steak for tonight's supper, because even though the dairy is gone, she still doesn't trust the power in Mayfield. But the propane hasn't yet proved to be made with the dying breaths of orphan children, so barbecue is still an option.

She looks across the counter. Oh, it's that guy. The guy she yelled at for killing all the waterfowl.]

Hello.

[no_indoor_voice]

...hello.