“It’s a good story! Come on, it’s a good story. He’s a dog… And you told him how you got the couch. “Oh and Dogmeat… You told Dogmeat, Preston. It was her substitute for not having a notepad to jot details of stories down. Preston always forgot Piper had an infallibly photographic memory at the best of times. And that group of entrepreneurs from the Mojave,” she riddled off, counting on each finger as she went, even smiling when he dipped his head back into the living room to shoot her a pained and annoyed glance. “Let’s see… The traders from Goodneighbor, the new settlers from Abernathy, and County Cross, from Diamond City too… Then the Raider prisoners we took that stormed the bridge, those three robotics experts… Me, Blue, Cait, Curie, all the robots, Trashcan Carla… twice. The reporter leaned against the rickety wall and folded her arms. “Like who?” Was what Piper made out from his garbled exclamation. While rubbing thimble after thimble of alcohol around his gums and the back of his mouth, he tried to speak to her. Piper and Preston had both avoided typhoid but Piper had come down heavily with the flu. It worked better than the steps the other settlers took, and Sanctuary was getting over both a terrible flu season from the onslaught of the winter and a bout of typhoid. Garvey dipped his chopsticks in some clean water and lined his gums in alcohol - all measures he took before every meal to keep clear of infection. You’ve been telling everyone practically every chance you get,” Piper bit back, sassy and suave, all the reasons Blue adored her so much. We all know what you went through to get that couch back from Fort Hagen. There were some stale noodles on the countertop of worn wood and feeble fletching. “Why do you need to borrow my sofa? Do you know what I went through to lug that thing all the way back here from Fort Hagen?” He inquired, standing and walking into the small kitchen of his outhouse.
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Most of the others were carrying cooking equipment, bedding pieces or a piece of furniture. Garvey had tugged it back to Sanctuary with a small team of Minutemen looking for some comforts to make their small outhouses a little more special. Piper had pulled in all the favours with her fellow settlers to make the arrangements for tonight, and now all she needed was Preston, his pull with the people and his gorgeous and remarkably spotless (or so) red sofa, plush even after two-hundred years of sitting in the corner of a house far away in the Commonwealth. This was the third time and already Piper’s fingers were tensing with frustration.īlue would be back from the supply run with Dogmeat and Cait any minute and everything else was in order. Oh and I… need to borrow your couch.” She added at the end of the explanation, sliding down to her knees before making her request yet again to him. I need you to get Carla, Jun, ADA and Mama Murphy away from the cul-de-sac tonight. He’d calmed down by the time she had asked him what she came to, but still, he was confused as to why.
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Piper’s intrusion was swift and she had caught him in middle of dozing, which shook his bones and made him shiver with fright. He built and maintained it all by himself and kept a constant ear to the radio beacon tuned into Radio Freedom. Months of fortifying the houses into five or six-person dormitories had earned the Minuteman a small domicile to himself. “You want me to do what?” Preston asked Piper as she stepped away from the now locked door of his little outhouse on the edges of Sanctuary.