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[cervid]

[Ah.]

Well if it makes you feel any better, you don't get barn owls out here. Don't think they like the cold

[corpsebride]

Maybe... But I do miss seeing their silly little faces staring down at me from the rafters.

[ ... ]

Anyway, promise me you won't go picking fights with owls anymore, barn or otherwise. You could've broken your fool neck stumbling around out there in the dark, and then where would I be?

[cervid]

[He swallows the urge to say anything that amounts to "better off"-- that'd just get her upset again.]

I will not pick fights with owls that aren't making eyes at your chicken coop.

They don't taste all that great, anyway.

[corpsebride]

[ Good call. ]

And I will hold you to that promise, Arthur Morgan.

Now, since braised owl is clearly off the menu, I'll go rustle up some eggs and see what I can do about breakfast. If I have a few to spare, I'll make some medovik for us to eat later.