"And the moral of that story kids? Don't steal money."

Rolling her eyes at Happy, she washed up her bowl and spoon, putting it away neatly back into the cupboard. She was starting to quite like this guy.

"Well, I could roam the halls weeping and wailing, but it's not going to get me anywhere, is it?" 

With a blonde eyebrow perked in amusement, she nodded at his serious statement.

"Thanks for the tip. I won't."

With a charming smile at Happy, she disappeared back into the bedroom.

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The commotion coming from the door a while later brought Lola back out of her room. Wandering into the kitchen where both guys now were, the young woman peered at Caleb's head. 

"Nah, you don't need glue. Just use strips, you can pull it together with his hair. That way it will heal into his hair line and won't scar. Have you got any Vaseline?"

Lola had seen enough cuts and scrapes to last her a lifetime. The men in her family were always coming back from the farm with various bits missing or bleeding. It was an occupational hazard. 

"Want me to do it?"