"Well, not asking for appeals from someone's insurance, thank god. It's simply medical history and 'payment rendered' or 'owed', really not too terribly diffcult. Bookwork might be the better term," He explained, his gesture was in the generalized room rather than the location of said medical files. Records still needed to exist for future reference and he wanted favors if he planned to dig his roots within the Community this spring.
"Not since summer, no. I'm an all right of a shot with a gun, though not as clean as I'd like and bows and I aren't getting along well. I suspect with your name, you're a little more than just fair." Doc nodded at this, "We've seen a lot of deer heading West and rabbit. I've developed a taste for it." The man paused at the mention of turtle, the expression of confused distaste quite easy to read. "Does turtle taste like chicken?"
Charles laughed and not missing a beat and said, "Air conditioning and finding shoes with relative ease. How about you, Orion? What do you miss?" Besides the obvious, besides ones lost. That never needs to be answered.