Oh. There's a little... pink thing? What is that? Okay.
"Trust me, sister. If you ever have a zombie invasion? The fridge and freezer are going to be godsends. Great places to put 'em until you can take care of 'em." He phrases it as 'take care of' on purpose. He doesn't necessarily like killing them. He will, if he has to, but he doesn't take a lot of pleasure from it. Especially now since the chance he can cure them is very high.
He opens up the brown paper and his brows raise.
He looks up at the pink thing. Man, he wants to check it! But... The pink thing is there and it feels weird. "Can you hand me one about big enough for about four apples?"
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"Trust me, sister. If you ever have a zombie invasion? The fridge and freezer are going to be godsends. Great places to put 'em until you can take care of 'em." He phrases it as 'take care of' on purpose. He doesn't necessarily like killing them. He will, if he has to, but he doesn't take a lot of pleasure from it. Especially now since the chance he can cure them is very high.
He opens up the brown paper and his brows raise.
He looks up at the pink thing. Man, he wants to check it! But... The pink thing is there and it feels weird. "Can you hand me one about big enough for about four apples?"