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[ka_sera_sera]

[All you get is a long beeeeeep. Hope you know who you're calling.]

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[proudofwhatiam]

"If they won't, I'll find somewhere to buy them." She can find room among her expenses for additional bullets. And considering how many other, rather more esoteric, things she's been able to procure since arriving, she suspects it shouldn't be too difficult to find ammunition. It's with a little smile that she packs the gun away, saying, "Why don't we wait to blow our eyebrows off making gunpowder until we're sure it can't be had?"

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland looks over his shoulder at her with an amused little tilt of his lips. Fair enough. "Maybe I am a little too used to making do on my own. I'd like to be with you when you look, though. I've seen it made once or twice, but I'd definitely know the bad from good when I saw it."

[proudofwhatiam]

"Of course you'll come along." She smiles back, snapping the handbag firmly shut. "I'll need you to help me match up the bullets."

[ka_sera_sera]

"You'll learn to do that on your own soon enough. Until then, call me once you're ready. Maybe we can find all we need in one go." Probably not, but even then there'll be opportunities to teach. Bullets and cleaning tools may not seem the most important topics, but Evelyn won't make any trouble there, he's sure.

"Keep practicing the breaking of your machine." He nods at her bag. "You'll be doing it again next time we see each other." He doesn't say 'good job today', or any such thing. If she hadn't done a good enough job, she'd know it.

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[proudofwhatiam]

"All right." She gives him a little smile; it seems she won't have to worry about running out of things to do in the evenings. "Good night, Mr. Deschain."

[ka_sera_sera]

"Good night, Mrs. Carnahan." He takes a moment to shake out and fold his jacket and then leaves, nodding at her as he goes.