“Hey, it’s takes time to get this beard lookin’ right.”
Jesse steps out of the house, bundled up for the chilly weather. He’s been all over the world, but he still retains his Texan blood, which means the cold is no friend of his. He scratches at the beard in question, smiling at Ashe before turning a sharp eye on the axe. Whatever he sees there gets a satisfied nod out of him.
“Looks like we’re all set here. How big did you say you want this thing to be again?”
He would be more than happy with a normal-sized tree, but he’s willing to go out and find one that suits Ashe’s “go big or go home” sensibilities. Sounds fun anyway; plus, who knows what’ll be up with the trees this year. Magic spells? Monsters inside? Trees that are monsters?
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Jesse steps out of the house, bundled up for the chilly weather. He’s been all over the world, but he still retains his Texan blood, which means the cold is no friend of his. He scratches at the beard in question, smiling at Ashe before turning a sharp eye on the axe. Whatever he sees there gets a satisfied nod out of him.
“Looks like we’re all set here. How big did you say you want this thing to be again?”
He would be more than happy with a normal-sized tree, but he’s willing to go out and find one that suits Ashe’s “go big or go home” sensibilities. Sounds fun anyway; plus, who knows what’ll be up with the trees this year. Magic spells? Monsters inside? Trees that are monsters?