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Day 1
The source of the smell turns out to be a dead turtle lodged in the crawlspace near the back of the house. Dead for some time, by the looks of it, though — some might argue — not long enough.
“Right,” says Stede, with as much cheer as he can muster. The odour is really… quite something. “What do we do about that, then?”
Ed’s looking at the thing with an expression that appears to be part bravado, part wide-eyed nausea, and part horror. “Probably… you know… move it?” he suggests.
“Right,” says Stede again. “And we don’t think it’s a bit… well… liquidy?”
Ed sucks in a thoughtful breath and immediately gags. “Fuck me,” he manages.
All in all, it’s not quite the housewarming Stede was hoping for. But it is a house. Their house.
Their home.