March 4th, xxxy
"WHAT ABOUT CROISSANTS? I bet he hasn't eaten croissants before."
"Or chocolate. They don't have chocolates here. I asked."
"Toast. What about toast? Have you had any?"
Steadily, snow declines. It does in the way the frigid cold ebbs away, in the way the sky empties out snow in little drops, in the way the air is freshest as it reeks of bloom.
Snow steadily declines and Nuka hopes the humans with it.
The men jest, laughing as they suggest different things local Nuka most definitely haven't seen, heard and eaten. This has been his life ever since the Alpha left two days ago.
With the Alpha—and Captain here—these men minded their business: worked, ate, rest, repeat the next day. They never messed around. They never messed around with him.
