Stone's Throw

[Diligence]

"You said 'sandwiches and your allowance.' You didn't mention clothes," Dil protests, sitting back on his tail to glare up at her. Well, her direction anyway. "Why am I dumb because you didn't answer my question properly?"

[GamesMaster]

"Clothes aren't supplies, clothes are clothes. My teddy isn't a supply either but I brought him."

[Diligence]

Dil covers his eyes with one hand. Takes a slow breath. "Joy. What did you bring? All categories please."

[GamesMaster]

"I have my teddy and three sandwiches and your beetle stash and three shirts and two pants and my allowance and my toothbrush."

[Diligence]

"That's not bad," Dil praises her, smiling now. Thankfully she knows him well enough to realize it is a smile. He'd learned typical expressions and gestures, not kobold ones, and sometimes his physiology doesn't... play well with them. His first caning at school had come from offering a fang-filled smile to the Headmistress. "I'll see if they have any blankets but I think you have most everything we'll need? Charon?" He looks over at his best friend, irrationally confident that he knows what supplies would be needed for their plan of hiring on with a caravan.

[Charon Tethras]

"Everything I own," he confirms, "plus I stole a blanket, some cash, and the rest of the dried meat they've been feeding me lunches."

[Diligence]

"Do you think we need anything else? Besides the reagents and textbooks of course." I hope not. If we don't need anything else, I can probably get away with taking texts from all four years, plus Necro-mendium and the Necril-to-Common guide. Oooh, maybe even Povan's Summary of Mortal Remains.

[Charon Tethras]

Charon hesitates. "Do you... have or need a weapon? To defend yourself? Joy, you too?"

[GamesMaster]

"...I don't know much about fighting."

[Diligence]

"I bite and I have a sling," Dil replies with a shrug. "And," he puffs himself up, "I can cast magic." And then he deflates. "Well. I can make someone tired for about ten seconds when I touch them as often as I want. But I can only use my good stuff three times a day. I was thinking I'd study up two casts of a spell that fires a sick death ray and one that gives people a wicked itch. And wizard's armour, obviously."

[Charon Tethras]

Charon nods. "Right. Okay. Then no, I think that's good."

[Diligence]

"I'm going to take Headmistress Glenda's whipping stick," Dil says abruptly. "Joy can use it to smack people if they try to hurt her."

[Charon Tethras]

"...yeah alright," says Charon, shrugging. "C'mon, we should get going quick."

[Diligence]

Dil sniffs a little before muttering under his breath, "that sounds like someone that's never gotten a caning from that..." wrinkled up cow shit eater.

[Charon Tethras]

"I said alright," says Charon, one ear flicking in annoyance. He can hear better than Dil remembers most of the time, and he dislikes being reminded he can't go to school.