Gilded Bay Kids these days

Choice was a funny word, Chip thought as she used her tongue to dislodge a morsel of salmon from between her teeth. "Something like that," she replied, and Chip had a feeling she knew what would come next. Either an invitation to stay or an invitation to get the fuck out of here. To be perfectly honest, she wasn't sure which one she would prefer at this juncture. Staying would likely mean swearing some sort of oath to serve and protect, while leaving would probably mean barely scraping by. Considering she'd done the latter for the past few months... maybe it was time to switch things up.

"You recruiting or something?" she asked.