Maggie's a little more intent about being cheerful, these days. This isn't the worst off she and Hershel have been - they aren't picking spiders out of their webs yet - but it's bad enough that she'll take any good news she can get. And Daryl coming home is always good news, whether it's with a little more food in hand or not.
Hershel's good about it, but she can see perfectly well he's tired of eating amaranth fried up like it's collard greens, or torn up in a salad with dandelion leaves. She's been sending him out to look for chickweed with Judith, but by this point, nearly everything near town has already ended up in someone's belly.
"Think the two of you can manage it?" Boars are dangerous, and she doubts she has to remind Daryl of that fact. It's written on her face, that thing's as likely to gore you as run off if you don't get it the first time.
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Hershel's good about it, but she can see perfectly well he's tired of eating amaranth fried up like it's collard greens, or torn up in a salad with dandelion leaves. She's been sending him out to look for chickweed with Judith, but by this point, nearly everything near town has already ended up in someone's belly.
"Think the two of you can manage it?" Boars are dangerous, and she doubts she has to remind Daryl of that fact. It's written on her face, that thing's as likely to gore you as run off if you don't get it the first time.