[ Already gnawing at his own strip of dried meat, he grunts agreeably. Carol's food, aside from being more appetizing, is mildly magic-- imbued with a bit of borrowed energy, a little better at keeping you on your feet than it ought to be. At least, that's how it usually is. Something about this place makes him feel dulled at the best of times. ]
A woman-- Carol-- and a kid. [ Carl barely counts as a kid, he guesses, but whatever. ] Carl. His dad's like a brother.
[ Feels awkward as hell to say that, but it'd be weirder not to. ]
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A woman-- Carol-- and a kid. [ Carl barely counts as a kid, he guesses, but whatever. ] Carl. His dad's like a brother.
[ Feels awkward as hell to say that, but it'd be weirder not to. ]
Been together a few years.