Amaury nodded and let out a slightly nervous chuckle, despite his body remaining a statue of confidence. 'Ja, ja. S'kinda funny, but 'cha get over it afta a bit. Food ent easier ta come by do...' he trailed off shaking his head, slightly amusing. He found it much easer to make the worry his hunger caused him with mild amusement. 'But as I sed. Der weren't nuffin much for us back home' Amaury commented, but as interrupted by the gruffer male. 'Aint nuffin good on da streets...' The pied male nodded along. 'Family biz didn't seem fun. Don't fancy standin' 'round all day looking at graze, ja?' His words became hinted with more of the African accent as he became more at ease, more of the coloured slang dropped in too.
'Don't worry 'bout nuffin, china!' Amaury said enthusiastically. 'We ent no naafi's. We'll get right ta werk, ja'. The pair pondered for a moment before replying to the question. 'Eh. Well. We can cook a bit. An' hunt a bit. Tho it aint nuffin ta boast 'bout. We can do piercin's' he said, flicking his own studded ear. 'We can do a bit 'a cultivatin'. Mostly, uh, 'medicines' an' all. An' we don't mind heavy work or learnin' either!' He took a deep breath as he finished, suddenly animated again.
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