“Guess some people are just used to it.” Said the woman who couldn’t remember the last time she’d washed her own dishes. “Or born dishwashers.” He corrected her on her comparison between hunting and doing the cleaning up and she shrugged. “I just think it’d be less disgusting to shoot or stick a knife in a ‘critter’--” The word emphasized slightly, just this side of making fun of his accent. “--than to clean up someone else’s yuck. And this coming from an animal lover, mind you,” she added, placing a hand over her chest to indicate herself. “But to each their own.”
Her tongue made a smacking noise against the roof of her mouth, accepting the answer but certainly not liking it. Sometimes she wondered how anyone around the hotel managed to not go hungry at all, what with all the sharing they had to do. “Yeah, but for how long? How long until there’s no food left and we’re all starving, eh?” The government sure as hell wasn’t lending a hand. Nor were the fucking Bassos, wherever they were now, dead or maybe evacuated on a private plane.
“Well I’m not going to take one from a zombie, even if I did see a zombie shuffling around wearing an iPod.” Mingled amusement and defensiveness in her voice. She didn’t need to justify her actions to him. Didn’t need to justify her actions to anyone. Most days, she was sure the only reason she tried to keep a civil tongue around Jere was for Wyatt’s sake. Maybe that said too much. “Can’t imagine zombie earwax would have a good effect on a pair of earbuds. Probably disintegrated by now.”
“Nope, not today. Taking things is sort of losing its appeal now that everybody does it.” Didn’t mean she had stopped completely, but it wasn’t as common anymore. Hardly took any skill at all to go into a room and take something without being noticed.
Kendall sat quietly for a couple minutes, one foot kicking lightly against the counter. “Hey,” she said suddenly, recalling a prior conversation with Wyatt. “Got a question for you.” She waited until she had his attention before arching her back to display her chest at its best angle. “Scale of one to ten; what would you rate my rack? They’re a ten, right? I’ve been getting a lot of votes in the eight-to-ten range.”