<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The dinner had come together nicely considering all the makeshift work that had to go into it. The food offering were a variety of mismatched dishes, things they had on hand and things they could easily fish or trap, but there was enough of it to call it a decent dinner. A few of the group were tired from their day and not exceptionally sociable, but others took the spirit of the event to heart and were happy and talkative. Conversation over the meal turned to plans for the near future and everyone treated themselves to a little bit of pipe dreaming like rigging up some sort of 'in house plumbing' or catching and rising food animals. <br/>
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Eventually the question of Roger's absence came up. Harold, one of the oldest members of the group, though not necessarily old, headed up a lot of the hunting and tracking for the group. After sampling each dish at the table, he looked over to where George was sitting, and with a mouthful of food he asked, "Where's your kid? this was supposed to be an everyone thing." His tone wasn't accusing, but more along the lines of if he had to be there, then everyone should have been there.<br/>
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His speaking up cause curiosity for everyone and all eyes wee on George for the reason why Roger hadn't come. Many in the group knew him to be quiet, stand-offish and sometimes downright surly. Even so, Roger was liked well enough for the contributions he consistently gave to the group despite his occasional disdain for doing so.</span>