Regan huffed out a breath to the boy. "Well, whatever it is, it's good," she huffed to him before shaking her head. She then gave him a smile. "You don't get to think I'm weird for not knowing what they were," she mused lightly to the boy. "Did you make them?" She asked with a smile.

Tyler nodded, agreeing completely. They were very good. "I don't think you're weird, I think you just didn't get outside enough." Tyler teased, chuckling. "And I didn't make these specific ones... but it's a good idea. I used to make them a lot, and it isn't that hard." Tyler mused, seemingly actually thinking for once.

She gasped at him for a moment before gently bumping his side. "I get out a hell of a lot more than you do! At least I have social skills!" She retorted with a bit of a snort. He was sure to know she was only teasing. "Yeah, they are good. Personally, I'm gonna stick to my candy, but I wouldn't mind snacking on them every once in a while," she mused lightly. "It'd be nice if you could make some for everyone, too... give you something to talk to people about, maybe?" She hummed lightly.

"Oh come on, you know what I meant." Tyler snickered. "Ouside, in the forest. Hunting, or climbing, or swimming. Not in town chatting with friends." He chuckled. Tyler shook his head at her comment, sighing. "You be you.. and I will be me." He laughed. He tipped his head as Regan suggested making them for everyone. "I could try... but deer sticks is a topic that you can only keep going for so long." Tyler mused.

Regan hummed softly to the boy. "I think it's sweet that you think that's all I did," she mused lightly. It did sadden her a might. The people she had spent her time with weren't exactly likely to be here now. "My brother would have liked these things," she chirped to him. "I reckon the two of you would have gotten on quite well," she told him after a few moments. "And I mean to start a conversation. Say, someone asks how they're made, you answer, they ask who taught you or where you learned how to make them, and tadaaa you start a conversation. Then you ask if there's anything they like. It's a two way streak, these conversation things," she mused lightly.

Tyler shook his head. "Not all day... just most of it." The last part was a tease. Tyler tipped his head when Regan said her brother would enjoy that. "Hm, he would? You do know I really don't get along with Most people..." Tyler chuckled. "Okay, here comes the compliment. You're special." His eyes twinkled as he smiled, glancing at Regan. He listened to how she said to start a conversation. "Wait... two ways? Darn it, guess I'd better stick to you." He snickered, laughing

Regan nodded happily to him for a moment or two. "Yeah, I think you would. He was kinda quiet like you. Only, he let me play with his hair," she mused lightly after another moment or so. "When I find him, the two of you are going to be forced into being friends," she then added with a bit of an amused grin. When he warned her of a compliment, she grinned and sat bold upright. "I don't know if that was a good think or a bad thing," she mused lightly to him."

"That was a good thing, very good thing! You are special enough to be my friend ohhhh.... I see your point. My friend. Uh huh." Tyler grinned, laughing. "Forget what I said and I'm going to go hunt deer." Tyler chuckled, shaking his head as he stood. He strode off into the bushes, not caring if Regan followed or not. Tyler got his belt of daggers ready, glancing around as he looked for deer.

Regan rolled her eyes slightly. "It was a joke, you're not THAT bad," she teased lightly to him. She smiled and waved him off... she needed to get some dinner on anyway, even though there was almost no one here now. They'd probably show up for dinner... or, she hoped so.

Tyler stayed perfectly quiet, looking around. He heard a slight rustle in the bushes, peeking through and seeing a decent sized doe. An older one too. Tyler made sure he was perfectly still and silent. He then drew a dagger, getting it ready... and threw. The dagger sliced across the deer's back leg, cutting the tendon and making it incapable of running. Tyler walked up as it fell, cutting its threat for a quick and painless death. He grabbed his dagger and wiped it off on the grass, dragging the deer back to the campsite. Once Tyler got there he went to work. He tied a rope around the deer' side back legs and hoisted it up into a tree, then skinned it quickly. Tyler cut off the meat the best he could, making sure he got the best part... the tender loins. Tyler then let the carcass drop, taking his rope and rinsing it off in the river. He left the meat in a pile on a tarp he had brought, dragging the deer carcass back into the woods for the animals to eat. Tyler threw all the guts and skin in the same place, turning back to the meat. He couldn't smoke the meat... but he could form It into deer sticks and cook it. Tyler cut the meat into appropriately sized slices, building a fire in the corner of the campsite. He cooked the deer a little, but not all the way, then let It cool off. Then Tyler took the meat in his hands and pressed it into the shape he wanted. After that was done Tyler cooked it some more... and more. Now he just had to wait.