[Dogmeat happily obliges, pressing a cold wet nose to the hand he's offered. He's probably a little more up close and personal than most people are used to strange dogs being, but he's just got that kind of confidence in him. A strong feeling that he can defend himself, or at least get away if danger arises. Besides, he may be a dog but he understands the word "food" perfectly fine, and anyone who is offering food is automatically a friend.]
[He sits down, ready to wait patiently for - what was it, eggs? Has he ever had eggs? Mirelurk eggs, maybe, but those were basically just highly irradiated crabs, unlikely to be found here in the jungle. Man he's gonna get so fat if people keep offering him food...]
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[He sits down, ready to wait patiently for - what was it, eggs? Has he ever had eggs? Mirelurk eggs, maybe, but those were basically just highly irradiated crabs, unlikely to be found here in the jungle. Man he's gonna get so fat if people keep offering him food...]
[Sweet.]