<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>"Lots of things in the world I wish I'd learnt now. Like fishing. Or making clothes. Can fix a tear, but no idea how you start." Lucas said, taking the bag of jerky with a sigh. "You might be right." he admitted, picking out a few strips and popping them in his mouth. It was good, his body urged him to just empty the bag down his throat there and then. But that feeling wasn't uncommon these days. "You should have some too. And Jim. Keeping variety is important. Even if it's just for morale." He murmured around the tough dried meat, a low sigh of happiness at the flavour.<br/><br/>Once she sat down he came over to push thick chunk of jerky at her, mutely insisting as he chewed and sucked on his own share. Sitting down, she might not have to look far to see the outline in the crotch of his pants. Not a raging to be free erection but definitely a presence. Folding her arms under her breasts hadn't helped it calm down at all. "Mmmf. You might even be right at that." He answered her comment about salt, plucking a bit more jerky from the bag before tightly rolling up the open top of it, setting in on her lap. "Share with Jim, alright. We are in this together."<br/><br/>He reached up to pull the sleeping bag down off the top bunk, body arching and muscles flexing under the loose shirt Jim had loaned him, still standing in front of Arlene. "Can't use it for that if we drink it though. Can't drink your booze and have it too." He laughed stepping away as he rolled up the sleeping bag under one one. "Figure I might get some rest in the air and sunlight at least. Unless you've a better plan, Cap'n?"