closed for: @mvrcer
where: the bone and rattle
“Why’s it called the Bone and Rattle though?” Silas asks, leaning over the bar and being unable to stop himself from touching the beer tap handle, though he did manage to find some impulse control to not pull it and release a beer flow even if his instincts were telling him to.
“Like, what came first, the bone or the rattle?” It was just like that unanswerable question about the chicken or the egg, or so it was to him.








