Hugh picked up his bowl of stew, going to sit on his sleeping bag. Looking up at Ansel, he said, “You bought all of this, and you don’t even know if I’m going to let you do the photo shoot of me.”
“Hope springs eternal,” Ansel replied with a smile, settling on his rolled up sleeping bag to eat. Is he trying to say he won’t let me? “Have you made a decision?”
Hugh nodded, tasting the stew. “Not too bad, considering what’s in it.”
Ansel lifted an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“Fish, dried rabbit which seems to have reconstituted into meat, again, and—”
“I meant, what’s your decision?”
“Oh, well…” Hugh ate some more stew then grinned. “Yes, you can do the shoot, as long as we set down a few rules.”