Raymond's Pep Talk
- In the Pick-R-Up truck north of Hornwright air purifier #4.
It's a long drive, so I may as well rehearse this before I say it to her face. Breathe, Raymond... you can do it. She'll listen.
Ok, ok. I'm gonna say... "Janelle, honey, I will help you kill this critter but we gotta get back to basics so the business can survive."
Hmm.. maybe I should remind her that none of the experimental taxidermies sold last month. Ugh. No, that's mean. She loved making them.
Ok, ok. Let's see. More supportive. "I want you to keep being able to make your art... it brings a smile to your face that I always want to see."
"But going off to hunt real... monsters? It's too dangerous! We're just trappers, and most of what we get is from the road!" *sigh*
"Calvin buys almost all our stock every month. It's good money. It's enough for your weird.. art..." No! Don't make her feel bad, damn it.
Ok, I should just go drop these cages off and go find her. I'm making a big deal over nothing. We can figure this out together.
*turns off engine*
Ok, I'm here. Now... I need to drop off these cages by the pond and then I'll go to her tent. I can do this.