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It was probably another really bad idea, one of the ones she wasn't going to be able to tell Danny about, but ever since Hannibal had brought up hunting dinosaurs, Kate kind of hadn't been able to get it out of her head. She wasn't bringing her gun -- as far as she was concerned, it wasn't even hers anymore, she didn't want it -- but she figured he'd take care of that part of the trip. Since hunting seemed to be a thing he'd done in the past, she trusted that he wasn't going to expect her to wrestle one down with her bare hands. She'd sooner climb a giant tree to get out of its way than actually try to take down a dinosaur.

Still, she was going. And she wasn't trying to look especially cute, but Effy's makeup had been there and if she'd put on a little, it was only because it was available. Besides, she was just naturally cute, she couldn't help it. She definitely wasn't going out of her way. Not for dinosaur hunting.

She couldn't very well wear flip flops for this, which was pretty much the only thing she wore, so she'd spent the day before hunting through the box until it had given her a pair of running shoes both suitable and not terribly ugly. Sitting on the front step of her hut, she laced the shoes as she waited for Hannibal, wondering if she should have told someone where she was going. Just in case the two of them got eaten or stuck in a tree or something.

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Hannibal wasn't trying to look especially cute, but the greasepaint had been there and he'd put a little on because he was a child, like if Ozzy Osborn had been Peter Pan. It was over his right eye and was a short line, one long line over his eye, and two other short lines. It was a crude but still effective hand flipping the bird.

Other than that, he had all his standard dinosaur hunting equipment. A gun, another gun, a bigger gun than those two, several grenades, rope, and a bag of meat.

When he saw Kate outside of her hut, he gave a wave to her. He was glad to see she was sensibly dressed, and...

"Is it just the fact that we're both sober and you haven't done something you immediately regret with a bunch of shit from people who have left the island or do you look especially cute today?" he asked, peering a bit closer at her. "No, way, you're just naturally really fucking cute. Cuteness just all over your face and body and shit. Never mind. Ignore me, I had cake for breakfast and frosting goes right to my head."