<div style="text-align: center">《 Miles, Jeb &amp; Josh 》<br/>
Location: Leavenworth<br/>
Present: Kennedy <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/josh-michal-van-wyngaarden-jpg.131184/" title="Josh-Michal Van Wyngaarden.JPG">
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</div>Josh peered, bleary-eyed, at the much-too-chipper guest. "Bubbles is MJ's chimp," he said. "I am<i>not </i>a chimp."<br/><br/>"Could have fooled me." Jeb sauntered into the kitchen, grimaced at Kennedy's play for his brother's coffee and the much-too fairyesque way he was moving around the kitchen. "Hey," he called out, only sounding half-grumpy and not a hundred percent serious, "Keep that Broadway shit contained, Mister Man." To soften his words he blew a kiss in Kennedy's direction and winked before picking up a cup of his own.<br/><br/>"Hey, I saw you tear up watching Phantom of the Opera," Josh accused. He moved away from the coffee pot and sipped at his coffee, dark blue eyes darting between his brother and Kennedy.<br/><br/>Jeb snorted a short bark of laughter. "I was yawning and the show would never end," he countered. "Besides, why are you bringing up that shit?" He poured the last of the coffee dregs into his cup and took a sip, then crunched the fine granules between his teeth. After he took another drink he curled his lip at the remnants, then poured it back into the pot. "Miles wants us to tell Carla about Loretta and let her know that he's willing to take on a few workers, if they got some fence-building and farming skills."<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/large-1629190623-18f0ca85eb4d2475a65317eb528ad482-jpg.131185/" title="large-1629190623-18f0ca85eb4d2475a65317eb528ad482.jpg">
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</div>As if he was summoned by the mere mention of his name, Miles slid open a door and walked into the house, a small cat cage with a towel over it in his hands. Inside the cage little clucking noises could be heard. He set the carrier on the counter and then pulled a few fresh eggs from his pants pockets, setting them on the counter and cupping a hand around them until they steadied enough not to roll onto the floor.<br/><br/>"These are for you to trade for whatever you need," he peered at Kennedy as he patted the top of the carrier. "Think of them as seed money. Literally. Don't undervalue two young hens." He pointed two fingers at Josh. "Don't let anyone take advantage, you hear?"<br/><br/>"You're not coming?" Josh took a sip from his cup, realized it was empty, and frowned at the inside.<br/><br/>"No. You three go have fun." Miles walked up to Kennedy and offered him a handshake. "I expect you'll be a different man when I see you next."<br/><br/>Jeb cracked one of the raw eggs into his mouth and swallowed it. "If we don't get going he'll be a much older man by the time we get back," he said. "Come on, Kennedy. Grab your shit and those chicks. We're heading out."