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Laura took great delight in getting ahead of Carson, occasionally turning around to hoot and holler and encourage (or sometimes rib) him into action. It was good to get out and explore a little, live a little.
The idea had struck her a few days ago when he'd said something about not seeing much action besides dealing with Evel, his newly acquired dog. Though she felt like she maybe had to twist Carson's arm a little to get him to go along, she would swear on her favorite granny's grave that he seemed to be having a good time.
"C'mon, Carson," she wheedled, swinging the knacksack with food she'd put together, then lifting it up to dangle it like a carrot. "There's a deeeelicious sandwich in here with your name written all over it." Having known Carson very well back on Atlantis, she hadn't even had to ask him what sorts of food he liked; she already knew. Not that he, of course, knew that.
The idea had struck her a few days ago when he'd said something about not seeing much action besides dealing with Evel, his newly acquired dog. Though she felt like she maybe had to twist Carson's arm a little to get him to go along, she would swear on her favorite granny's grave that he seemed to be having a good time.
"C'mon, Carson," she wheedled, swinging the knacksack with food she'd put together, then lifting it up to dangle it like a carrot. "There's a deeeelicious sandwich in here with your name written all over it." Having known Carson very well back on Atlantis, she hadn't even had to ask him what sorts of food he liked; she already knew. Not that he, of course, knew that.