Duck Lake a game you're gonna lose

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Ragnar's eyes danced with evident amusement and glinted with his usual mischief at her snort and the roll of her eyes though he was not close enough to distinguish the exact color of them. His gaze of caribbean ice followed her gaze to the mess of flesh, bone and feathers that barely served to resemble much of the duck it had once been. "I see," The scarred Scandinavian mused, accepting her response. Not that, of course, he had much of any other option. Her next words spoken, however, captured the Viking's curiosity, having never heard of a 'zombie' before. Even if he had the word was at least, unfamiliar to him. "Zombie?" Ragnar questioned, mimicking the word she had spoken the best he could though it had came out, as he had guessed, sounding distinctly different from when she had spoken it. He could have, perhaps, drawn a rough conclusion if he would have followed the dots she had presented him with but he hadn't, unfortunately, been given enough information. She had called the duck a 'zombie' but he wasn't able to make the connection that she was making a reference to something dead that somewhat came back to life. "What is a zombie?" He inquired, wincing as the word left his own lips again though his curiosity was burning too brightly for him to be sheepish over his mispronunciation of it thanks to his accent.