Saxsice groans, hand going to her (mostly bare) stomach. "Don't talk about burritos. I could absolutely murder one right now. Not...literally, but." Then she pauses, tilting her head in thought, then nodding. "Actually yeah, literally. Kill it dead and feast on it's corpse."

She snorts, though she pauses to hold a low-hanging branch aside for him. She's got manners. "If checkin' out my tits is what it takes to get a better watch-score, I should be green by now, but no dice. I think." She holds out her arm, showing off the yellow screen. "What color's that? I'm colorblind. Dog thing."

Stepping over another log, Saxsice arches both eyebrows, but obligingly: "Bag." Yep, hard A, right there. "And I never fucked my cousins. My momma wanted it, wanted to keep the bloodlines pure, but I ran away, cause fuck that noise."