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Matt     Shanty Town is still a wreck after the siege, sheet metal everywhere and people slowly working to put their homes and lives back together. Matt is venturing about looking for specific salvage. Until his stomach rebels and alerts him to the fact it needs *sustenance* and Tibbie's happens to be nearby.
    Thankfully there is food places open, and Matt dips his head and the rest of himself through the doorway into the shack to check it out. It looks...less than fancy, but as long as it gets some food up in him, thats good 'nuff. "Hello?"
Tibbie Tibbie's day was going by pretty slowly, just at her small desk drawing while waiting for the last loaf of sourdough to be baked. It's when Matt pops in is when her mood cheers up, she greets him in a friendly southerner voice "Hey there fella! You lookin' like you could use some grub string-bean, c'mon in and settle in!" she swipes her project off the desk and tacks it to the wall, offering him to sit. "I aint seen ya round a'fore but any Lonestar's a good friend of mine!" She chimes as she notices Matt's attire.
Matt     A cough from Matt as he is inevitably spotted out. "Why hello there, dahling. That sweet smell of bread drew me in, but service likes yours'll get me to come back." Must be that big Texan-style belt buckle with its solitary star that makes Lonestar easy to spot. He maneuvers himself to straddle a strool, then settles into it. "Well...Lonestar tends to send its people out and about. Just came back from the first run through to New Rome after the siege. I was a bit..oh....west of here during the Siege. With that damn spider mech."
Tibbie Tibbie listens to Matt's recent tale and nods along, adding with a smile on her cheeks, "Well a big trip like that's gotta be real hard on ya stomach chum! I bet it's missing some good homecookin'.. tell ya what, I'll whip up dinner for the both of us, my treat long as ya tell me yer name an'thangs while I get the stove goin." She shuffles her stacks of crates around and pulls out a skillet, wrapped parcels, and a shoddy rag she flings onto her shoulder. Tibbie's might not look it but she's a great multitasker as Matt watches her pull the bread out from the oven and prep a fatty slab of molerat belly.
Before Matt begins introducing himself Tibbie's newfound bubbliness has her introducing herself first, "The name's Tibbie Gaines and I played a lil cooky for the lonestars a while back, other than that I really aint got too much a story likes yours'll probably be telling me!" she titters, tucking her hair behind her ears.
Matt "Well, then I suppose eating your food is part of some Lone Star history then." Matt pulls caps out and lays about 7 on the table. Typical for a decent dinner up in El Dorado Proper. "I don't go 'round eating up food without paying. 'Nless I'm courting, and we just met. My name is Matthew Ward, can call me Matt preferrably. I'm a Caravan Leader now, since wasn't much types willing to push out of El Dorado, I had to form something up and get us moving again."
     He'll lean forward and plop his elbows upon the counter to watch. A cooking woman is a pleasure to see, one bouncing all around a kitchen and looking pretty is something else entirely. "Surelda is looking to rustle up a nice bar, or diner in the compound soon. Should I be sending her to poke her head in her to try and steal you away? The smell of the bread is 'nuff to let me know you're a helluva cook."
Tibbie Tibbie
takes the caps and tips her head slightly in thanks, "I think that'd be a swell idea Matt!" She says while buttering up some hasslebacked potatoes and carefully slicing the fresh loaf. Once Matt's taken a good look around at her various drawings; people, foods, scenery and the like, he can't help but notice through the slits in her crates he notices something very out of the ordinary. It's a bright orangish liquid radiating from several capped syringes. Tibbie catches his glance and laughs akwardly,
"I suppose that's my next story, sort of in progress..but uh, yeah! Suppose you aint gonna rat me out to the sherriffs are ya?" she askes him with a flush of red to her face.
Tibbie The energetic woman takes the caps and tips her head slightly in thanks, "I think that'd be a swell idea Matt!" She says while buttering up some hasslebacked potatoes and carefully slicing the fresh loaf. Once Matt's taken a good look around at her various drawings; people, foods, scenery and the like, he can't help but notice through the slits in her crates something very out of the ordinary. It's a bright orangish liquid radiating from several capped syringes. Tibbie catches his glance and laughs akwardly,

"I suppose that's my next story, sort of in progress..but uh, yeah! Suppose you aint gonna rat me out to the sherriffs are ya?" she askes him with a flush of red to her face.
Matt The man rises from his stool then, and disregards the typical 'don't come behind the counter' of a business location, and skirts past it into the back of the Shack with Tibbie. Matt's hand adjusts his rifle across his back but doesn't pull it forward. "El Dorado does have some fairly lax laws concerning sales of chems." He tips the lid of a crate up to get a better look at Tibbie's merchandise.
    His jawline is clenched lightly, and eyebrows furrowed. A calculating facade for the moment, which he turns to lay upon Tibbie's face, and especially upon her flush. "Dealers need permits though, which I'm guessing you don't have? Which means you have a tough time unloading it to begin with, right there sweetheart?" A step towards her now.
Tibbie Tibbie nods in defeat to his permit question before sending the potatoes into the oven to finish, she's now working on searing the strips of marinated molerat belly, the busywork is helping her hide her lack of poker face well.

"I don't suppose you can tell me where I'kin get a permit and how much it's gonna break my caps?" Her tone's a bit softer and weak now, "But..yeah I just got done cookin all these for the first time, I still can't believe I pulled it off, but my daddy did write the best recipes.." trailing off now she pulls out another parcel of green vegetables and chops them roughly, letting Matt feel the situation out. She's now waiting between flipping the strips and available for more of Matt's interrogation, she leans on the wall sheepishly.
Matt     "Its hard to get to pay for a permit if you don't have the capital. Its hard to have the capital if you can't sell your stuff." He is watching her cook, evaluating and weighing options. "It looks straight, if it isn't I know a person who will know." Matt seems to be mulling something over a bit before shrugging his shoulders. "I'll take maybe...10, 15 of'em off of your hands. I can avoid questions, and any of that other stuff. You'll get closer to getting a permit, if thats still a thing in post-siege El Dorado." He'll reach out his hand towards her now, to seal a deal.
Tibbie The woman perks up now, taking the deal and Matt's hand, she cups her other hand over his sincerely

"You'd really help me out like this? And here I thought today was just gonna be the usual gigs!" She now releases his hand and flusters as she's pushing well-done on those strips. Roasting the vegetables takes no time at all and it's not long before Tibbie's plating a very delicious meal;
a seared and stripped molerat belly sourdough sandwhich with hot sauce, crispy and buttery hassleback potatoes, and a side of roasted broccoli. It's quite a meal for some shantytown dwellers but she's spared no expense on her new business partner, and there's plenty for tomorrow anyways.
Matt The deal is struck! Apparently without resource talk, but Matt isn't the kind of guy to take too much advantage of someone trying to make a start. He'll swoop a hand up to kiss a knuckle like a gentleman before returning to be fed his better than shanty-town fare. A few bites of each has Matt nodding with his food. "This is very good, Missus Gaines. Very good indeed." He might be quiet during his meal for awhile, he had been walking for a long time, and digging through scrap metal and stuff for something specific.
Tibbie Tibbie blushes, her tan skin now a dark reddish hue as her hand's met with such chivalry from the young scrappy man. She chooses to stand since Matt's taken the only chair there, but she doesn't seem to mind as she's accustomed to the cozy shack and standing long hours. They both enjoy the silence of a well-deserved meal together on this late night.