One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

Peregrine couldn't help but grin as Mags declared her intention. She beamed at the other woman and raised a brow, in the same moment that Tsiry rolled her eyes. The prosimian couldn't figure out for the life of her why anyone would want to spend so much time with the same heathen she'd come to know... even if, maybe, Peregrine was starting to grow on her. Just a little. Anyways, Peregrine's eyes had lit with fire and she responded, "Well, your wish is my command, darling! Hear that, Wolf? You're stuck with us!" Peregrine double checked her satchel to ensure that she hadn't missed anything, then gave the heaping mass of scrap behind them another look.

The sun was still high in the sky, they probably had time for a bit more work but she wasn't sure what exactly could be done. She turned to Tsiry. "Do you remember a fortnight or so ago when you said you might be able to weave reeds together to carry a bundle of herbs? Why don't we give that a shot so poor Mags here doesn't have to carry this around in her mouth, and so the poor bird doesn't work himself to death doing it for her." Personally, Peregrine would want the stinking weed as far from her snout end as possible. The lemur wheedled for a moment before giving the paler wolf a quick glance, and finally shrugging. "Sure, so long as the bird helps too. I can't see a damn thing from all the way down here." Peregrine smiled and turned back to the other woman, raising her brows in a wordless question, tossing her head back towards the drying Jimson Weed and saying, "These will take about a day to dry out all the way anyways." Honestly she was open to suggestions, but they had some time to kill and Pere had never done well with being idle. Hopefully Mags would either agree, or come up with something of her own.