Redsand Canyon Whack fall the daddy-o.

his smile did not fade, nor did he falter when she declared that this was how it worked. a dead rat for business transactions. it was always so hard to tell when she was serious and when she was not. regardless, she looked at him in that you-will-eat-that-dead-rat way and he obliged.

so he ate the rat as was expected.

then went over and flopped down near her on the deerskin. he wondered if he could talk to @Tamar to have, ah, something...nicer prepared for the room, for towhee. maybe that would be his gift in exchange for a dead rat.

although he was rattled from these thoughts by her declaration. partner he would be called and he found it fitting. truthfully calling her his wife felt like it didn't match the terms they had set. they were partners though. partners in marriage and eventually partners in parenthood.

i'd like to get you an actual gift too, to make up for my lack of dead rat deal making. humor lacing his words and his gaze. maybe a fish. despite your warnings of being gassy.