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Wynonna looked around taking in the families room, and thought about how often she'd come here to just be alone. Pretend in a way that he was still here. "I was saving it for the next guy who climbed out the well after 100 years." She told him, walking in a bit more. She hated that he left, and she hated that she hated that he left. These past few day had been so hard. Willa, him. Dolls. It left her amusement and jokes at an all time low.

"You can still stay here if you want." She offered, more of a way to make sure he was staying. After she'd had to kill her sister, and then the demon octopus thing, he had held her. She wanted that now but wasn't sure how to ask for it, or even if she'd deserved it. She'd killed her father. Didn't look for Willa. It had caused Willa to be raised and brainwashed by Bobo and then the creepy cult. Then she'd killed her sister. She wasn't exactly chocolate cake here. She was . . . wasabi cake. Bitter.

Wow he was committed to this cowboy thing. Fan boy he is. Wait that was yoda. When he didn't laugh at her joke, she pressed her lips, not in annoyance really but--She was funny! Why didn't people laugh at her more? WITH her more. Whatever, they both happened. "Maybe you just need practice nailing things," She joked, in a tone that sounded more teenage boy then 27 year old woman. Once again trying to steer the conversation toward shacking up. Hittin' the bed nobs. Making the bed rock like the Flintstones.

She will wasn't sure why he was doing this, but hey free labor! No one did things for free but a Earp groupie wasn't likely to be asking for more then she could handle. Maybe he was just trying to get laid. In that case win win! She wanted that too. Besides, sexing it up might make it feel less like the house that took her family and more like the house that . . . . . she was staying at for a while? Was it home? Oh hell--this was why she wanted to tap it. No thinking, more drinking.

Wynonna had her jacket off and was running the cloth over the pool table. "Just saying--if you had to have a super power fire breath would be the most problematic! Bad ass, but not going to get you laid. Though imagine if we used it to clear the drive way next time it snowed! NO shovel needed! Boom! Marshmallows for everyone!"

Tossing the rag to rest on her shoulder she walked up to the bar and looked at Doc. Leaning on the bar she grinned at him, amused with herself over his smart use of fire powers. She was using it to fill up the silence too. Doc had done a lot for Dolls and she was grateful. She just didn't know how to say thank you. Even more so since he had said he'd done it for her, not Dolls.

Wav said good night, and Wynonna gave over toned a "Yeah," that promised she was going to think about what Wav said without thinking about what she said. Sitting there by the fire, Wynonna watched him finish the mail box. She wasn't used to to people doing things for her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about his weird ass need to dress and talk like a cow boy groupie--but there was something guinune about it so it didn't get on her nerves like she thought it would.

Once she heard the door shut, Wynonna pushed up from the seat, leaving the blanket where it was. Walking lazily toward him she leaned on the mailbox he was still working to fit into place, not really thinking or caring that it might topple over and she'd undo all his work. "Looks good," she said, just as the whole thing leaned toward the right. Standing up she pulled it back with her, and ignored it. "I think it just needs to get nailed," she said, laughing at her own joke, and waiting for him to laugh too.