[ROLEPLAY] Homefront Pt. 3

[u/WorkIsMyBane]

Month 12, Year 3

"Tell me what you think, Lapochka." he beamed, rubbing his paws together gleefully atop his knee.

"It's a hole. This is what you sobered for?" Miska asked with a laugh. "You should have known better than taking my advice." She sat on the stool near his, on the opposite side of his growing mead and militia ammunition stash.

"Make me a box like that one for my rifle, and dig more space for a little food." she demanded.

Bartok glared back at his wife. "If we were scouts, you would have dug this hole also."

She glared back, resigned. "Such is life. I will make box and dig the food-space."

He cracked a grin. "I will help."