[If that stick is flying, so is Dogmeat. Careful, Guzma...he'll play fetch until your arm falls off if that's what you wanna do.]
[Or rather, he would, if it weren't for the intriguing smell of something he has definitely never encountered before. A sweet smell, with hints of bitterness and that weird medicinal tang that accompanies things like homemade stimpaks and rad-x. Instead of skid-sliding into another sick stick grab, Dogmeat leaps over the spot it's landed in and heads for the treeline.]
[Yeah, that's about what he thought. A coconut sits half-buried in the dirt, top half slightly separated from the bottom. Leaves protrude from the crack between the two sections, leaves that Guzma might even recognizeasmedicinal.]
[He stands over the strange container and barks repeatedly, ears straight up and tail held in a steady neutral position.]
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[Or rather, he would, if it weren't for the intriguing smell of something he has definitely never encountered before. A sweet smell, with hints of bitterness and that weird medicinal tang that accompanies things like homemade stimpaks and rad-x. Instead of skid-sliding into another sick stick grab, Dogmeat leaps over the spot it's landed in and heads for the treeline.]
[Yeah, that's about what he thought. A coconut sits half-buried in the dirt, top half slightly separated from the bottom. Leaves protrude from the crack between the two sections, leaves that Guzma might even recognize as medicinal.]
[He stands over the strange container and barks repeatedly, ears straight up and tail held in a steady neutral position.]
[Dogmeat found something.]