"You've got this shit totally covered," she said, taking Sam's hand to get to her feet. She tugged at Chang's collar lightly, ushering him back into the hut where he immediately went to his bed and flopped down and she smiled a little before closing the door. Somehow that stupid dog had become important along the way.
"What kind of booze does one put in a viking helmet?" she asked, turning back to Sam.
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Date: 2013-04-14 01:54 pm (UTC)"What kind of booze does one put in a viking helmet?" she asked, turning back to Sam.