Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

he'd always been a bit of a wanderer himself, eager to explore territories, meet new faces, try strange food. "the usual" he answered with a shrug before following after her, "eating, sleeping, digging holes". there wasn't much to tell about his daily life, or at least he didn't think there was.

"what about you? doing anything else when you aren't off on adventures?" he asked, wondering if she'd answer or not as he fondly remembered their last short-lived conversation.