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[She gives him a nod. It's settled. Trying is good enough for now.]

My brother would like you. That's saying something.

[She's maybe the first man he's slept with that Wayne might actually get along with. She's not sure what that says about this bizarre situation she's found herself in.]

Yeah?

[He hadn't even known she'd had a brother. He doesn't know a lot about her, he realizes, and that seems grossly unfair right now. His hand drifts up, slipping beneath her shirt-- not for a grope, but just to brush his fingers against bare skin.]

What's he like?

[She grins.]

My big brother is the best man you'll ever meet, is what he's like. He's the toughest guy in Letterkenny, and he pert near runs the town, though he'd never admit to that sort of self-importance.

[Her smile drops for just a second as she licks her lips. She's been trying not to think about Wayne much. He's likely broken more than a few bones trying to track her down.]

Some worm pickers were giving us trouble some years back. Kept coming through the farm at night, trampling on the beans, causing a fuss. He dug a crop of holes, six foot deep, and dropped a skunk in each one. Didn't have any trouble with worm pickers after that.

[...]

That's what we get up to back home. We've got a farm... Though I'd gone off to try modeling in the city before ending up here.

Bet you'd make a good one.

[He says it as he strokes a thumb against the curve of her stomach.]

I keep geese. Not a farm-- I told you, we were a mining family-- but I at least know what it is to go around an do chores.

Unless you left all that to your brother.

[He's teasing.]

I do. It's boring as shit, though. A monkey could do it. Plus, I'm like to miss sledding season at this rate.

[Again, priorities, but there's not much money in it either, truth be told. She whumps a fist against his chest at the tease.]

I do my share. I'm no slouch.

[But it's not as if she wants to work on the farm forever, hence the attempt at modeling. It was worth a shot, even if it isn't bound to stick.]

Geese, huh? Couldn't've picked a finer animal to raise, if you want my opinion. You know, the mutants down at the golf club wanted to oil up the Canadian goose eggs so they wouldn't hatch and shit all over the course. We rose such a fuss we got 'em to scrap that stupid fucking plan, though.

[skips ahead in her timeline a little but if they can't bond over their mutual love of geese then what's the fucking point]

Course they did. Can't have their pretty courses all dirtied up, right?

[Turns out the golf club and Capitolites have a few things in common.]

They're pretty okay, though.

[It's nice to have something to care for, truthfully, and they're a hell of a lot better than a guard dog when it comes to telling him if anyone's nearby.]

So what animals do you keep, Miss Katy? Cuz, see-- right now I know about three things about, which isn't nearly even enough, given how much you know about me.

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[She laughs.]

Chickens and cows, mostly. Barn cats if you count 'em. Wayne's got a pit mix named Gus and I've got a German shepherd called Stormy. We breed her when we're able, but she's got a nasty habit of trying to kill her studs.

[She shrugs as if that's just one of those problems everyone understands.]

But all that's nothing to get too excited over. Not much goes on in Letterkenny. I've got my brother, we've got our friends, and that's that.

[She's boring, all things considered. She's lucky in that respect.]

And you, walking around kicking people when they annoy you.

[It sounds nice, honestly. Peaceful. Boring, but there are worse things than to be bored.]

Mm. You sleeping here tonight?

[Because he can't stay up for much longer, not with alcohol and a soft pillow luring him into a doze.]

You're damn right. That was far from the first box I've kicked.

[It's her signature move. And as to his question:]

If it'll make you feel better.

[But she pats his chest and slides out of bed.]

I'd better let Tonbo know where I'll be. He's a worrier. Where's your clamshell? I'll let myself back in.

[He digs it out of his pocket and tosses it at her.]

Go on. I'll see you in a bit.

Over and out.

[She slips on her shoes and turns to leave, but pauses in the doorway to shoot him a very serious glare.]

And if I come back to find you horizontal anywhere but the bed, so help me god, I will fight you.

[She holds up a finger.]

Don't fucking test me, Haymitch.

I wouldn't dare. Not with you on the case.

[Drawled out, but it looks like he might not move at all, so. Good looking out, Katy-Kat.]