I feel like this is disgustingly rambly. So sorry if so! :o 5+
No matter how infantile this exchange got, there always seemed to be a lower low to sink to. It was her as much as him, of course, but now she decided to be the one to break the chain of nonsense he had so merrily continued. First he didn't feel like performing an impossible task - it was nothing to do with the sheer impossibility: he just didn't feel like it - and then he was personally offended by her almost-apologetic explanation. Caspa tried not to groan out loud as she elaborated "You have a shifty look about you." She at first hadn't meant any offence, and now she was deliberately insulting him. She felt mildly ashamed of herself, but on the other hand he'd mostly brought it upon himself. It wasn't wholly untrue, but she would never have said such a thing unprompted.
The second after she'd thrown the hare, he had launched himself into the air, scrabbling and straining for the top of the fence. So much for I don't feel like it - let alone leap the height of the wire, he could not even retrieve something from the top strand without a great effort. Caspa could have called his bluff explicitly, but had absolutely no desire to return to the childish behaviour of a minute before - and her heart was kind of going out to him too: he really wanted that meal. He had it now, and she turned aside, looking down the length of the wire again to consider whether she was going to carry on looking for that gap or just head home. He'd possibly come a long way up the other side without finding a handy hole, so that made her reluctant, but she was still of a mind to leave him to his repast when there was a clinking sound and she twisted her neck to see that perhaps she had not been alone in her altruistic feelings today: her dearly sophisticated verbal sparring partner was trying to give her back some of the meat. She hadn't cared to keep any, not being over-hungry - her appetite had grown plenty since they'd gone to war, out of sheer necessity and sharp lessons regarding the result of malnutrition, but there was currently a good supply at home and she was, by her standards, well-fed. Still, she politely came and pulled through a portion of scalp, chewing and surveying the interior of the creature's skull - the brain seemed discoloured: perhaps there was a reason it had leaped so suicidally into the fence. Caspa didn't know much about ailments, just anatomical details. She lifted her eyes over the grisly sight to find her mother-resembling male once more. Was his brain discoloured too? No, that was a very unfair thought. "So just how complicated is complicated, Augustus?" she said then, to remind him she hadn't forgotten his evasion of her perfectly legitimate question.
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