Survival in the new world was probably skills that many homeless people already knew and the sad fact many people in Portland were homeless due to mental illness, it was one of the things she was taught both in college and Mount Abbey. "But Lot, that would mean we'd have to cut down a tree for paper and we only have so many." She tried her best to look affronted. "Oh, it's not entirely selfish to not think of them. We really don't even before this mess started. Besides, the only reason I brought it up is that it might not be a good idea to be that generous with the wine." Though Vesper liked the more Cano-like Enks who traded and then wandered deeper into the once national forest.
"A wise man." She nodded cheerfully, "Next year come trade with us. We've more than enough meat and not enough fresh fish." Vesper ducks her head, letting the bangs hide her face for brief moment to collect her words. When she looks back up, the smile is embarrassed but sweet. "... thank you. I don't think most people notice my smile. Or maybe I just don't notice others non-smiles?"