The Tavern (A past RP)

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"I...I should probably go and check it" I muttered, sliding off the couch. I was getting a bit jumpy around Gene's blade. She obviously knew how to use it, but still...It just put me on edge.
 
"Yes, you do that," Genevieve smiled, though distractedly. She hums happily, to herself, and drops the dagger, the hilt of it making a dull thud as it bounces off of the wood.
 
I took a long-handled spoon from near the fireplace, gave the stew an experimental stir or two and ladeled a bit out to taste. After sipping a bit of it, I said "Just a few minutes longer, the beans are still a bit firm." I noticed with a bit of relief that the dagger was now on the floor.
 
"Ok..." Genevieve smirked, and kicked the dagger away. "I'm very hungry..." She licks the blood from her finger, before leaning back, smiling.
 
I took the worn pot out of the fire and swished the contents around a bit. It looked to be perfectly cooked. "Ready" I asked inqusitively.
 
"Good," Genevieve stood as she watched Alberon, and shook her head slightly, before rubbing her face with her hands. She smiles, and looks at the pot, before sitting back down.
 
I retrieved two bowls and spoons from behind the counter, pouring some of the stew into each. I set the pot back on the hearth and carried the boowls back to the couch. "Dig in" I said with a wry smile.
 
Genevieve nodded her thanks as she took sthe bowl and slowly spooned some of the stew into her mouth. Before her second spoonful could reach her lips, she set down the bowl, and lifted her hood to shadow her face, in the already dim light.

"I'll..be right back."

Gene smiles apologetically, before stepping over to the back door, stepping unusually swiftly. She gently turns the door-knob and steps outside, letting the darkness consume her. A few moments later, a squeal can be heard...A small animal, strangled, maybe? Broken neck, no blood visible, yet...Giggling can be heard. Gene's muffled voice is heard through the door as she lets the dead body of a small animal fall to the ground, not even a mere fifteen feet from the door. She steps back into the building, her hood off, her hair fussy. Wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve as she enters, she resumes her seat and returns to slowly eating her stew.
 
(Sorry for double post - Adamant Dodger, get your bum in here! ^^ Waiting for you, hun.)
 
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