It's the strange, potentially poisonous nature of their meal that has Reynard so carefully sipping and nibbling at the treats being served. He leans on the table, following her gestures as she points and explains her home.
Still with a smile, he tilts his head at her. "Lils? And the Vault Hunters? They're your friends? Are there many Vault Hunters? Do they come often?"
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on 2018-01-01 10:44 pm (UTC)Still with a smile, he tilts his head at her. "Lils? And the Vault Hunters? They're your friends? Are there many Vault Hunters? Do they come often?"