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"Ah, of course." She squinted at the cold meat. "Is this what rich people put on their crackers? God, I feel like royalty here." Likewise, Curio talked with Brisa for a bit as they ate. By the end of it all, Curio was ready to fall into a food coma, not helped by the cider. Brisa was about to...

For now, this was fine. There was no harm in easing into the whole truth later on. Curio gently let Brisa go. "Thanks." Curio sighed. "I'm really not used to this. Y'know, needing people. I don't--" she glanced at the hamper. "Oh, wait, this meat's gonna get cold, isn't it? Well, it's not...

"Y-yeah," she trembled, "thanks." Curio held on tighter to Brisa. It was somewhat of a comfort to know Brisa was so open-minded about it, though Curio still chose to kept certain things to herself. But what if that would be in her present? What if she had to kill again? And who? Once, she was...

"I know, I know! I feel like such an idiot sometimes because I have been carrying that weight for so long, but, but--" Fuck it. She downed the whole cup. "They deserved it. For what they did to me, and others. I know, but I still feel so bad about it. And there's basically nothing I can say back...

"No, I don't tell too many people." Curio sighed. "I mean, how can you? Sometimes, I wake up and feel like a complete monster." She placed a paw on her chest. She didn't want to say it. If she told Brisa, she was afraid of pushing her away. And she was a lawmaker as well. But laws were different...

Curio snickered. "I'm kidding, of course." She swirled her cup. "Could you imagine me standing up on a podium, shouting in front of a crowd of sweaty old farts?" Curio chugged-- no, swigged her cider. She didn't want to get too drunk. "Eh, shit happens. Doesn't make it any fairer, though...

"Hey, thanks a lot." Curio smiled, and dug into the cheese and crackers again. She tried to chew it all before she next replied. "I hope I can change some stuff while I'm over there. I dunno why I haven't yet." She grinned. "Maybe I could run for president somewhere. That'll shake up things."

“I dunno,” was her gut reaction. Curio hadn’t thought about it before. “Yeah, this place does seem nicer. I guess if I had a chance to actually live in it on my own terms, then maybe I would.” She took a sip of cider. “But at the same time, I have unfinished business to take care of there. As...

"Well, I have done worse before." She poured herself another cider. "For survival, of course. Anyway, that's beside the point." Curio would've replied to Brisa's other question in more detail, but she was starting to sound like a broken record at that point with everyone who asked that...

"Yeah, what about i--" Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Brisa's a ranger. Right. She arrested people like Curio. There wasn't much Curio could do to save face here, and she didn't feel like lying to Brisa. Did she? Well, maybe a white lie. "I only stole stuff like food or blankets to keep my going. It...

Of course, Brisa started nipping away at the cider. Ah well, she might as well have joined in. Curio poured herself a cup full and took a swig as well. Damn, that was good. "Well, yeah, sorta." Curio swirled the cider around. "I don't really make much of a livin' off of it -- it's just...

Before Curio knew it, Brisa was there with a hamper full of cheese, berries and crackers. Damn, how long had she been asleep for? Never mind, food! "Oh! I wasn't expecting that, but thanks a ton!" She excitedly sat up and immediately grabbed something from the basket, sandwiching a small block...

"Yeah, good!" Curio tossed her 'Beanpaste' nameplate to the side and immediately jumped on the bed. Finally! She longed for some R&R after that battle, and this bed had feathers in it as well! Feathers! No more bamboo mats and straw beds for her! However, she didn't realise how tired she was...