Regan cocked her head at him and furrowed her brows. "What? What's wrong with that?!" She asked with an amused laugh. She huffed out a breath at him before shaking her head. "I was nice about your music!" She huffed before playfully punching his side. She then shrugged to him. "I dunno. We could throw ourselves into a pack of rabid animals and see where we go from them," she joked before then cocking her head at him. She then wrinkled her nose. "Seriously, what's wrong with it?" She asked with a bit of a laugh. Okay, so maybe her taste in music was a bit... boring, but she just listened to whatever came on, and it was about the only things she could remember the names of.

"No no it's not that's..." Tyler chuckled. "Wonderwall is a pop song,and I don't listen to pop. I don't really like it. That's the only reason we can stop talking about music and, as you suggested, go get eaten by rabid animals. Sounds like a great plan." The last part Tyler said quite sarcastically, a twinkle in his eye. "I promise your music isn't boring or anything... it just isn't what I would listen to. Mayberry we should think something else to do.. though... because getting eaten by rabid beasts isn't on the top of my list."

Regan wrinkled her nose. "You said 'WHAT' like I'd killed someone," she mused before humming in thought. "I haven't a clue what else were to do," she told him quietly. She didn't really care what they were gonna do... she just found herself wanting to be with Tyler. "Apparently getting eaten is off the table," the girl said in a kind of absent minded tone. "I want to get something sweet. There's meant to be a village not too far. Do you think we could go raid some houses? There'll be no one in them now," she told him quietly.

Tyler shook his head. "I was surprised." He said drily, listening to what Regan was saying. "That sounds... great. Raiding some houses, totally a lovely amazing thing, lets goooo..." Tyler joked, trailing off with a grin. "I do mean it, sounds fun. C'mon." He chuckled, standing and walking off through the bush. He vaguely remembered what direction the village was supposed to be in.... but other than that he knew squat

Regan laughed a bit, thinking about how... normal she'd made raiding houses sound. It wasn't normal, like at all, and all she could do was snicker. "What, everyone does it now! It's the new vaping," she joked lightly before wrinkling the nose. Raiding people's houses and vaping were not the same thing, like at all, and she rather hated smoking if any kind so she supposed it made sense for her to be a bit... dubious about the whole thing. "I'm wanting some fruit windups," she hummed in a happy babble, sounding very much a like a spoilt child as of then.

Tyler wrinkled his nose. -yet another reason we shouldn't do it- "Do not EVER compare raiding houses and vaping again." He snorted, continuing to walk. He finally glimpsed the village through the trees, and sure enough, it was very abandoned. He walked to the first house and looked inside, then opened the front door and walked in. No one was there, of course. Tyler glanced around, opening a couple cupboards.

Regan pouted at him before rolling her eyes. "You're right. Raiding houses is better," she mused lightly. Normally, it was a very punishable crime but to be honest, no one cared. What would they do? Set their very rabid and untrained dogs on them? Probably not, considering those dogs would have probably eaten them already. Plus, they needed to eat and Regan just wanted something other than deer or rabbit for once. Even if it was just a chocolate milk or a fruit roll up. "I have a feeling my humour isn't to your taste, Tyler," she mused lightly before looking over to him with a grin as she went through the cupboards, throwing him a packet of strawberry laces.

Tyler rolled his eyes and kept looking through the cupboards. "I have a feeling you're right... sometimes." He chuckled, catching the strawberry whatever. "What are these...?" He asked, looking at the thing. Tyler didn't even KNOW what they were. It was kind of sad. He put them down and smiled, pleased when he found some not spoiled milk in the fridge. That meant the people hadn't been gone for too long.

Regan gasped at him and put her hand to her heart. "Very well then. Tell me a joke, what do you think is funny," she mused lightly. She craned her neck at him, looking much like a puppy. "You don't know what they are?" She asked with a chuckle. "They're sweets - a kind of chewit," she mused lightly, poking the packaging. "Read and maybe you'll find out. Or try one," she hummed lightly, then proceeded to find the sweet cupboard. She let out a joyful yelp and climbed up onto the counter, pulling out a biscuit tin and a shelf full of all kinds of treats.

Tyler sighed. "I don't know any funny jokes... at all. I can do weird accents so I sound like Jeff Foxworthy, but no funny jokes." He chuckled. "Aight now what we gonna do is... we gonna saw de top of yo head off, rummage around in dere wit a stick, and see fin we can't find dat dagburn clot in dere..." Tyler mused, almost to himself. He had placed a very strong Jeff sounding southern accent in his voice. "You never want to hear your doctor say that..." He laughed, looking down at the treat in his hand before putting it back on the counter