[ Good dog. Best friend. Rose leans against the wall nearest, placing herself squarely between Damian and the door. It's not to block his exit route, rather, to shield him from anything coming in. She eyes him with a mixture of a hunter's gaze and something warm, close to fondness as only they know. ]
Canned fruit? How much? If the people who were here before us left it —
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Canned fruit? How much? If the people who were here before us left it —
[ there'll be more useful items. ]