Re: [Registration Table: Hunter R & Cris M]
Hunter knew the value of food, something he used for every dog he ever raised. Trust came when you were equated with safety and good things to eat, and as he brightened up in the face of the sandwich, he belatedly realized it worked the same on poor ass humans. Whenever he saw Cris, he got to eat, and that was not a small thing when you decided to skip groceries in favor of keeping the electricity on.
He took the sandwich immediately and peeled the plastic off it even as Cris came to put an arm around his shoulders in a gesture he undoubtedly thought of as nothing but friendly. Hunter stiffened at first, a split-second habit, but then he relaxed immediately and grinned with delight at this unmistakable you-and-me-on-the-same-team gesture. He sniffed wetly before replying with all necessary enthusiasm. "Didn't bring Becky, 'cuz they would say we cheated," he added, wisely. Hunter bit down into the sandwich and had half of it gone before they'd gone fifty yards in the direction of the church (Hunter on auto-pilot with all his attention on the weight of Cris' arm on his shoulders). "Thanks for the sandwich."
Hunter was already scanning the bushes and rising on his toes to look behind car tires as they moved away from the crowd. He squinted as he saw something in the distance he didn't recognize, but shook it off to pluck up a blue egg from a flower bed, which he raised up in triumph. It lasted but a second until he realized he didn't have anything to put it in. "Oh. You get a basket?"