#// trapper eating 300 kroners worth of seafood in one sitting sigh

[the-trapper-talks]

He couldn’t understand whatever was mumbled, but didn’t really want to know either. He just wanted to get back to base and eat- or maybe he could eat on the walk back. What an idea! It wasn’t like there was anyone to scold him on enjoying a delicious whole fish. Unfortunately, Trapper was snapped out of his thoughts as he was spoken to again.

Prepare? Well… he could technically cook them. He wasn’t a very good cook though, and he didn’t want to accidentally burn the fish… “I am not sharing, and I do not know what you mean by… prepare.” What a stupid thing to do. Trapper could just eat them how they came! There wasn’t anything wrong with it.

“The fish taste fine how they are.” The man nodded, approving of his own words. Sure, many years ago he had gotten a little sick from doing such a thing, but he had learned to savor and enjoy the taste of raw fish over the years. It was good. He liked the lingering taste of he sea. Food was food.

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@meet-the-net :-)

// @meet-the-net

Reading the directions he was given by Miss Pauling, he hesitantly stepped over enemy lines. It was a ceasefire day after all, he would be fine… he hoped. Trapper head been told there was a store around here that sold fish and other seafood items, and boy did he love seafood. Barely even reading the sign on the store when he spotted it, he opened the door and walked in, tense but very hungry as he eyed the food.

“You are… the fish guy, yes? Do you have sales?”