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[there_is_a_me]

Mr. and Mrs. Witherspoon chose a southern lake, in the forest. There isn't anyone else around for decades, the water is warm, and the cabin is snug. No electricity, unless you cheat.

They totally cheated.

One bed, one stove (fire stove), two chairs, and a rug. >.> Soft rug. Sorta ruffled rug

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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace made muffins!

No, really, she totally did.

Two batches, actually. Both from a 'muffins for dummies' mix with detailed instructions from Annie written out, with diagrams.

Two batches, because the first somehow mysteriously morphed into Chinese Ninja Fighting Muffins in the oven, and can now do bodily damage if thrown or bitten into. It's not her fault, she's sure.

Anyway, muffins. Muffins to share with her husband. Pan and jam in hand, she wanders out-of-doors to share a post-lunar start to breakfast.

[there_is_a_me]

Post-lunar. After the moon.

Well, her husband is out there, anyway. Staring at her from yellow eyes that seem to say golly, you're up early.

Or look! DEER! Dead deer! Whatevs.

[nitro_is_ace]

Dead, somewhat gory deer. Ace, a full muffin tin in one hand, a jam jar in the other, suddenly feels both underdressed and underarmed.

And possibly wishing she'd brought out the fighting muffins instead of the eating muffins.

"Um." Gee that's a lot of deer guts. "Aren't you supposed to be unfurred?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Auwr?" the Spoonwolf asks. It means aren't you supposed to be in the den?

Mmm, translation issues. He doesn't make any gestures toward her except blinking. Non-aggressive blinking.