Mi narrowed her eyes at the strange woman as she left, but decided to make the weapon anyway. She gathered her unsold goods, as well as the bullets, and walked back up to the shed that she did her blacksmithing in. As soon as she entered, her white rat, who had not yet been named, ran up to her and skittered around in excitement before Mi squatted down to pat its head.

Estrelle changed into a more appropriate dress. She knocks on Sebastian's door.

Who could that be? Sebastian cursed wiping his hands on the apron he wore. "Estrelle? What are you doing here?"

"I thought I could come over and help you cook. Then maybe I could stay over for dinner." Estrelle said. "It would be nice to have dinner over here in your mansion of a house."

"Mansion? It's hardly that." Sebastian laughed. "Do come in!" He held the door opened for her. "Please excuse the mess really haven't had time to clean yet."

"I don't mind I just am here to help with cooking and going to dine with you." Estrelle said,

"ho no do you need help woodchuck here woodchuck is my good friend he can chew you down"
woodchuck

How had she known he was cooking? Perhaps it was the flour sneered all over his shirt or the fact that anyone could smell the meal being prepared through the busted window of the house. Estrelle looked so beautiful this evening, it was enough to make his heart flutter. Sebastian smiled at her dumbly for a moment before he regained his composure. "No I don't mind at all. I was actually going to invite you over once everything was prepared." With that he stepped aside allowing her entrance to his home.

Estrelle laughed. "What are you making cookies?" Estrelle joked. "If that's what you're doing well you are going about it wrong the flour needs to be in the cookies not on your shirt. Gosh I didn't think you were so horrible at cooking!" Estrelle came in and went into the kitchen. She took the meat and diced it up. "You know I could make us some pot pies." Estrelle said.

Chuckling Sebastian shut the door behind them. "Guess I did make a mess didn't I." In an attempt to dust his clothes off the man only failed. "Pie sounds nice." He smiled his face now covered in flour.