[ They had been careful- and lucky- to not get caught before. To find ways to pass off their closeness as something 'normal', rather than what would have had Billy hanging far before his time. But that smile is so tempting, that closeness so wanting, surely they can take a moment longer to keep their faces so close. To keep hands around waists and pressed against backs.

There's a shadow of movement across one of the windows- barely caught out of the corner of his eye, but it's enough to make him move. To pull away inch by inch, touch lingering a moment longer on the fabric of Goody's vest as he slowly straightens to look him in the eye. ]

Just for a little while. And then we'll keep adventuring. I don't think homesteading would agree with either of us.

[ As for local money, Billy could always do what he's done before. Knife throwing, quick draws, parlor tricks to keep them fed. A man to bet against. And Goody, with a voice soft as velvet, could easily pick up in a saloon. Town was empty enough to warrant a musician, right? ]

We should keep looking around the house.