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[OOC: That would be hilarious. All the reading they would have to do to join back into the RP ]

"Hello, madam, my name is Sir Tyler Rhine, but you can call me Tyler," he says enthusiastically, bowing and even shaking the old woman's hand. "I escorted your daughter here and protected this sacred basket of strawberries, in hopes that possibly I may pursue my interest of trying one of these delectable berries." Tyler tries to hold in his laughter and has to cover his mouth to keep from exploding. "Pleasure to meet you."

(OOC: I'm not even sure it'd be worth it. Another player crashing out of the woods beating up ghouls would give my old mom a heart attack 0.0)

The woman looked from Tyler to her daughter. "This one's weird, sugar pie. Don't date him." She said to Mira in a thick southern accent. Mira grimaced akwardly. "Sorry about my mom." She whispered. "I'll see if I can get you a strawberry, but my mom clings onto those things like you cling to your toothpick."

Tyler chuckles at the woman, "I'm not that weird, am I?" He says, turning to Mira. Tyler plays with the toothpick in his mouth and yawns again, rubbing his strained eyes.

[OOC: that would be hilarious. And sad. But also hilarious.]

(OOC: My mom's a tough woman. She'd kick his ass.)

Mira glanced over at him, studying his face. "Yeah. You're defininetly weird alright. Now come on, you look exhausted." She grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the little cottage, directing him towards the couch.

"Thanks," Tyler says, following her to the couch. He lays down, finally feeling real comfort. My face hurts so bad... "Do ya got any water? A cloth or something, the ghoul punched hard," Tyler laughs, imagining how much dried up blood he must have on his face.

Mira smiled and ducked into another room. Moments later she returned with a bowl of water and a towel. "Knock yourself out." She muttered, and walked back into the other room. Mira pulled out her basket of strawberries and began washing them, one by one, very carefully. Each berry was thouroughly dried and laid on a towel next to the sink.

"I might actually get some sleep that way," Tyler replies, soaking the towel, wringing it then wiping it across his face. "Is this how you live, pick strawberries, wash strawberries, sleep? Seems kinda down low for you," Tyler says, he buries his entire face into the bowl of water and blows bubbles to the surface.

"So says the guy blowing bubbles in his bowl of bloody water." She said sarcastically. She paused for a moment. "Hm. Alliteration." Mira turned back to him. "And I'll have you know, these strawberries are incred-" Mira's mom burst in and she quickly finished with "Incredibly average. Don't talk to my daughter." She hobbled out of the room and Mira smacked her hand to her face.

"Dont talk to my daughter," Tyler mocks. "What's her problem?" Tyler wipes the water from his face and shakes his head to dry his hair.

Mira shrugged. "She doesn't normally get strangers around here. She might be just nervous." Mira smiled. "Hey, wanna see my mom's strawberry fields? You can eat these ones."

"Finally. Wait, if you've got a damn strawberry field, why the hell did you travel so far for these strawberries?" Tyler asks, actually thinking about the situation at hand. "And yeah, old people irritate me."

[OOC: I like how the thing moving plot forward right now is strawberries]

(OOC: Maybe in a few posts it'll be mangoes-who knows? I'm a wild card )

Miraa shrugged. "Mom is particular about the ones she puts in her pies." She walked into the field, picking the ripest berries along the way. "Here." She handed them to him.

[OOC: Mangoes? Here in California it's all about them avocados! Those are fruit, right? ]

Tyler doesn't hesitate for a second before popping the berries into his mouth. "Thish ish delishish!" He says, all the while chewing the strawberries. "Maybe if we give these to ghoul's they'll become good!" Tyler says, jokingly.

(OOC: Here in Illinois it's all about prairies and pizza, and only one of those is fun )

Mira rolled her eyes. "Maybe this was not a good idea." She muttered, watching him trying to talk with his mouth full. "I'll be in the house." She said in a bored tone. "If you need me come get me, otherwise you're on your own. Oh, and don't get killed, I'll never hear the end of it from my mom."

[OOC: At least you have water ]

Tyler follows after her a bit, "do you want me to pick strawberries or something?" He asks, wanting to feel slightly purposeful. He looks around, grabs the biggest strawberry he can sees and quickly chows it down. "Like, um, give me somethin to do." He says.

(OOC: Both a blessing and a curse. It's rained for four days straight.)

Mira shrugged. "Sure. But don't leave them in the kitchen with the others. Put them next to the rain barrel." She turned to leave, but paused. "You know what? I think I'll help you. Help me get the baskets." She led him to a dark and rotted old wooden shed, and groped around in the dark. "I can't see, get the light." Mira whined.

[OOC: I'd give anything for some rain Tornados seem scary though]

"Okay," Tyler says, following her into the shed. He gets the light and looks around to where the baskets could be. "So what exactly are we lookin for?" He asks, stumbling around the shed.

(OOC: I live near Chicago, and almost nothing ever happens except blizzards. We haven't had any tornadoes for at least ten years.)

"Baskets. Short, brown, wooden." Mira answered simply. She reached around a dusty shack and felt a lattice of wood. "Got 'em!" She cried, and pulled two out. The baskets, despite being short, were wide and could hold lots of berries. She tossed him a basket and walked out of the shed. "C'mon!" She said energetically.

[OOC: blizzards seem pretty scary, all we have to deal with is earthquakes]

Tyler catches the basket and laughs at her enthusiasm, "Excited to pick some strawberries? I had it figured that the old lady made you do it all the time," Tyler says. He walks out to the field and scopes the vast amounts of strawberries. "This...is simply delicious," he says to Mira.

(OOC: In my eyes, earthquakes are absolutely terrifying. I guess it's all relative. But seriously, the only people who are harmed in blizzards are the idiots that go out and drive when they know there's a blizzard on it's way.)

Mira grins back. "I knew you'd like it. Strawberries are your favorite food, I take it?" She popped one in her mouth and sighed happily. "Yummy." She smiled. Mira kept picking the red berries, quickly filling her basket. "Hurry up, slowpoke!"