Butch was pouting like a dog- grimacing at the now smoking radroach, cut into chunks on a stick. You had cooked it over a fire of course, made sure it was at least edible. But- butch wasn’t having any of it! He couldn’t believe you actually expected him to eat that!

“You can’t be serious right now- you really expect me to eat this? Come on babe-“ He huff’s, waving the cooked meat in front of your face.

Shifting against the broken lawn chair he pulled from the rubble of an old building, he slouches and holds the stick out to dogmeat. At least one of them would get a yummy meal. “I can’t believe I actually followed you out of the vault! It’s a shit-show out here- it’s hard to understand how you survived.”

The both of you had been camping out in the ruins, occasionally staying at the radio station or rivet city. Now both of you were sitting in a little ruined backyard, surrounding by towering buildings and a rugged picked fence. A fire was crackling, casting shadows against the ruined brick wall of the house close by. Even if he was picky- he was grateful to have you and the mutt around.