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[powerhungry]

I've landed in Bronze. The living quarters and the work requirements mean I can't adequately care for Jawsy.

[ In case his request isn't clear: ]

He trusts you.

[trailborn]

[oh. this seems like a big deal for him to ask this of her. ]

Course I'll take him.
You can visit anytime.

[powerhungry]

Thank you.
I'll bring him to your room when my shift is over.

[trailborn]

We didn't have special anything special for dogs to eat on the trail.
My family kept some on the farm but they ate what we gave them. What does Jawsy eat?

[powerhungry]

Primarily meat. Bones, eggs, fruit. He hasn't shown himself to be choosy.

[trailborn]

I'll take good care of him.

[spoil him. she's going to spoil him.]

You staying with people you like?

[then again, what sort of people fall under the 'liked' category for silco?]

[powerhungry]

I've no quarrel with them.

[ Not a yes or a no, telling enough in and of itself. ]

But I wouldn't trust them with care of a creature.

[trailborn]

[huh. interesting how a chance encounter has lead a man like silco to trust elsa with his precious animal.]

Thanks for trusting me. Could get you out of a few jobs if you wanted.

[powerhungry]

[ A pause. ]

If you wish it. I've already asked you to go out of your way on my account.

[trailborn]

Just because the house made these rules don't mean we have to play by them.

[a glimpse of her southern roots escapes her, and as if making a point of her words, she sends over an "assignment" to silco. for the next week at x-o'clock, he must report to elsa for x amount of time.]

Everybody needs a break from the circus.

[powerhungry]

[ It's a solution he's resistant to at first blush, unhappy as he is with the way the house has set itself up, but— if they can exploit the system to their benefit, he's not in much of a place to argue. (And it's a relief, even if he's reluctant to admit it.) ]

Thank you, Elsa.