( he points out, swallowing what he'd been testing out. )
It's dried. You know, smoked? Like jerky.
( he doesn't seem overly concerned about how the (smarter, wiser) ladies with him aren't all ready for the jerky movement. nothing is reacting in his throat or gut; he supposes the digestion will speak for itself before nightfall, packing the meat into a roll of cloth he pulls out of his sack. then everything is shoved away in there, coming up next to Eleanor to look at the turtle shell. )
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( he points out, swallowing what he'd been testing out. )
It's dried. You know, smoked? Like jerky.
( he doesn't seem overly concerned about how the (smarter, wiser) ladies with him aren't all ready for the jerky movement. nothing is reacting in his throat or gut; he supposes the digestion will speak for itself before nightfall, packing the meat into a roll of cloth he pulls out of his sack. then everything is shoved away in there, coming up next to Eleanor to look at the turtle shell. )
That's... so cool!