It's a little short on birds to pin to walls around here. I'd give you some better options otherwise.
[For the sake of not entertaining his company with his struggles, Lutha foregoes the attempts to get that glove back on in favor of just shoving it into his pocket, casually wiping the blood off onto the leg of his trousers as he watches Charles sort things out from his pack. Half of it he doesn't recognize, but he's been around long enough to know that if that artificial shiny covering is still wrapped around it, it means it hasn't been touched.
And thank every spirit alive, there's no mold in sight.
He steps forward enough to take a look, pulling the poker off his back long enough to use the handle to shift some things around and get a good idea of how much was there.]
This is fine. [It's disgustingly foreign, but if it's still edible, it's going to be enough. He can't do anything about the food or his pack with his hand so thoroughly occupied, so with the poker's handle still facing out, Lutha holds the weapon out to Charles.]
no subject
[For the sake of not entertaining his company with his struggles, Lutha foregoes the attempts to get that glove back on in favor of just shoving it into his pocket, casually wiping the blood off onto the leg of his trousers as he watches Charles sort things out from his pack. Half of it he doesn't recognize, but he's been around long enough to know that if that artificial shiny covering is still wrapped around it, it means it hasn't been touched.
And thank every spirit alive, there's no mold in sight.
He steps forward enough to take a look, pulling the poker off his back long enough to use the handle to shift some things around and get a good idea of how much was there.]
This is fine. [It's disgustingly foreign, but if it's still edible, it's going to be enough. He can't do anything about the food or his pack with his hand so thoroughly occupied, so with the poker's handle still facing out, Lutha holds the weapon out to Charles.]