The knot in her stomach loosens slightly at his warm response, and she grins at the speed by which the guitar is laid aside. Willa is under no illusion that dinner will win Rodeo's loyalty, if Teagan calls for a vote to force her out; the best she can hope for is to make the motives of other woman's dislike seem questionable. "Not quite," she says, and her grin widens. "Zeke and Mush helped with that." The trailer isn't yet as spotlessly clean as she wants it to be, but the cobwebs are gone along with a fair portion of the dust, and the water is running, a propane tank in place. It had been another battle with her guilt at using what felt like more than the usual amount of Ruth's resources to set up a home, but she has a stake in the ground.
Willa motions in the direction she wants them to walk, toward the livestock hangar and its newest residents. Sweet Melissa smells them first (they must be wandering the makeshift pen that has been wired in place out front) and Willa makes no attempt stop her when she bolts -- if the dog does the work of choosing and catching, all the better, as this is the part Willa isn't very fond of. "I need you to choke the chicken," she says, sweet as sugar smile on her lips, and points.