Paisley sat down far enough away to have time to react in case he did something. She pulled a knife out of her jacket, a smirk on her face, "Yeah. I live in the woods. I pretty much have to know." She didn't say it sarcastically; it was more of a matter of fact. She got to work and skinned it quickly. As she was working she looked up through her eyelashes, "Paisley. What about you?" She glanced down again and finished her job.

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