Shimmering Sands Learning to love the bomb

I nearly choked on my coffee reading that. You're gonna do just fine here. ;)

Chip was halfway through swallowing another chunk of beaver when she heard him speak, and she choked on the half-eaten meat. This sent her coughing, hacking, and generally being most unladylike... but it wasn't like she had ever been particularly ladylike in the first place. His joke was well-received, and after managing to clear her throat (yadda yadda, jokes about choking on meat), she let out a hearty laugh. Chip probably looked a bit like a maniac, laughing, sputtering, and carrying on all while covered in blood. Once she regained her composure, she tore off a chunk of the beaver and tossed it at the stranger.

"You deserve that," she said, "It's not often folks have a decent sense of humor." If there was one thing Chip believed in, it was positive reinforcement. As she watched him (presumably eating the chunk of meat she'd thrown at him), she sized him up. He was a bit of a looker, even if he was a little lanky for her tastes.