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[werewolfing]

Yep. Guy who sells the meat has the milk-making animals. Or access to them. Whatever. Anyway, he sells milk and cheese and butter.

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[freezerburned]

Oh. Cool.

[Isaac, who is perpetually broke, doesn't really know much about the money system around here. Peter generally takes care of that, scary as that may sound.]

Let me know when you take off, though?

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[werewolfing]

You want it for dinner, I'll head there now and see if I can catch him and he'll spot me. It's not real far.

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[freezerburned]

[He nods, in that case.]

I'll meet you back at home?

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[werewolfing]

Yeah. Half hour, forty-five minutes max.

[he bumps isaac's shoulder lightly with his own.]

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[freezerburned]

Sounds good, yeah.

[Isaac smiles at that, looks up toward Peter, meets his eyes. They don't have to talk about it- it doesn't have to be a thing. Even if he is a little embarrassed and concerned about what Peter might think or do... Isaac trusts that Peter won't bring it up until they're both in a better place to deal with it.

The butcher is off down the street though, so he pauses where the road forks and grins, reaching out to quickly steal Peter's snow-sodden hat, jamming it onto his own head.]

I have collateral now to make sure.

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[werewolfing]

[peter makes a comically surprised face and a belated and ineffectual grab for his hat, laughing as he walks backwards down the road, pointing at isaac.]

Thief! I know where you live.

[he points two fingers at his own eyes, and then one at isaac. i'm watching you.]

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[freezerburned]

Oh man. I'll be sure to lock my doors at night.

[But Isaac already has his back turned, and is laughing as he moves down the road.]