?I?ll tell ya Jewell, with boxes that size, it could be almost anything."
She mouthed 'almost anything,' an excited gleam coming to her eyes. Fancy clothes, money, chocolate, other books about how to bring her dead lover back to life! Oh, the list was endless! Her day-dream of opening the boxes, she glossed over the fact that she'd have to get inside the RUDE clubhouse first, and finding any number of delightful things came crashing down with Chris mention of body parts and his prediction: fruit.
"Fruit?" She squeaked out, disappointed. "I was hoping for chocolate...or maybe even bombs or high-tech weaponry;" of course, the last two would probably not have boded well for the Forsaken Blades at all. "Maybe chocolate covered fruit?" Offered up hopefully. She could compromise, unless it became exploding-high-tech-bomb-fruit. That might not be so good.
"Hm? Oh right! I forgot you were sleeping here." Little nervous laugh, she hadn't meant to worry Chris! "I wouldn't be too concerned, I think they're all pretty dumb." She pressed her nose against the glass again to watch, seeing Baker enter the other house, "That's Baker." Her warm breath fogged up the window a little and she colored in a little hear to see out of, "He's like, our local town drunk now. I think Tara recruited him to do our dirty work," which was, "like washing dishes for me at the Inn or something."
She colored in more hearts because the more she spoke, the more the window fogged up, "You're probably right. I can't imagine him being dumb enough to cross us...we're kind of crazy. Dumb enough to wander by an accident into our enemy's hideout? Probably."