"Yeah! That's right, human! Give Coco a weapon to protect herself from the bad people!" Lala cheered from the back.
But I have the unbreakable hoe with me, Lala! Coco hissed in her mind as she forced a polite smile in her face, clutching the butchering knife tightly and closely to her chest.
She doesn't want to drop the knife, her feet would be the victim of the sharp edges if she were to drop it accidentally.
".. That's rather brutal, don't you think?" Coco laughed, forced and nervous, as she darted her gaze away from the butcher, "I don't think I'll be needing such a lethal weapon.. I already have a trusty weapon with me anyway."
"And where is this trusty weapon of yours?" Renaldo asked, shifting his eyes away from Coco's frame to look around the interior of the butcher shop.
