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Candy was giggling, waving her copy of the Wasteland Survival Guide in front of Tai Si’s face. To their credit, Tai Si was managing to restrain from smiling, despite the infectious nature of Candy’s own joy.
“No.”
“C’mon! It would be so cute! Imagine little bomb sniffing molerats.”
“There is no way we can tame a molerat.”
“There’s a chapter on it, right here!” Candy jabbed at the book, pulling her glasses from her pocket and beginning to read.
Slowly, the smile slipped from her face, and Tai Si felt herself growing more and more concerned.
“Look-“
“You were right,” Candy sighed, closing the book with all the drama of a Shakespearean radio play, “It didn’t work for Moira, and it won’t for me.”
Tai Si tilted her head to one side, adjusting her headscarf, “Well, that book isn’t from here, right?”
Candy nodded, eyes sparkling.
“Maybe we can find someone who knows better? Surely there must be someone with animal husbandry skills somewhere in the Commonwealth.”
Tai Si found themself grinning, and she grabbed Candy’s hand.
“Mine sweeping molerats!” Candy gasped out, the both of them cackling with laughter.