Carol Putnam/Dialogue

==BS01_Dialogue_PutnamFamily==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	What brings you back here? More Brotherhood business? 	
 	 	 	Back again, are you? I hope you're not here to haul off another one of my sons. 	
 	 	 	Careful, stranger. Walking into people's homes uninvited is a good way to get yourself hurt. 	
 	 	 	Discipline would probably do Marty good. He's not going to have his little brother picking up his chores anymore. 	
 	 	 	Let him know I'm not mad at him, though. He's still my brother. 	
 	 	 	Don't let it happen again. 	
 	 	 	You're still standing and you're not bleeding, despite entering my family's home uninvited. 	
 	 	 	This is me being polite. 	
 	 	 	Curiosity can be a fatal illness, stranger. 	
 	 	 	I'm not looking to be rude, but this is our home and I'm asking you politely to move along. 	
 	 	 	Long enough to be ready to defend it against strangers looking to take what's not theirs, if you get my meaning. 	
 	 	 	It's our farm, at least as much as we've got set up so far. Not that it's any of your business. 	
 	 	 	Fine by me. 	
 	 	 	Nothing needing your attention, no. 	
 	 	 	Just the usual farm pests and the occasional scavenger mistaking this for a place to look for scrap. 	
 	 	 	You had your chance. 	
 	 	 	No, I don't think you'll be doing any recruiting around these parts this time. 	
 	 	 	You try it, and George's shotgun might have words. 	
 	 	 	You already got one. Take care of him, and I'll pretend like you didn't just ask me that. 	
 	 	 	There's always more work to be done. 	
 	 	 	There's more trade these days, though, which helps. With the ghouls cleared out it's safer to travel the road to Flatwoods. 	
 	 	 	Thanks for that. 	
 	 	 	We're managing, thanks for nothing. We're small enough an operation to get by, and the bots Colin fixed up help pick up the slack. 	
 	 	 	Still no substitute for an extra set of hands, though. 	
 	 	 	With the ghouls gone, there's more trade coming past Flatwoods, though. Thanks for that, at least. 	
 	 	 	I'm his mother. Of course I miss him. 	
 	 	 	Still, I hope you won't think me too unsentimental when I say I don't miss cleaning up after him. 	
 	 	 	I know the world already ended, but I've never seen a messier kid. Your problem now. 	
 	 	 	Doesn't mean I don't still love him, though. 	
 	 	 	He'll always be my baby, even if he comes back in a suit of power armor one day. 	
 	 	 	I try to be proud of what he's doing, happy that he's finally getting a chance to learn something special. 	
 	 	 	Can't say I succeed all the time, but it helps. 	
 	 	 	Well, I hope you're keeping an eye on him. I'll consider you responsible if anything bad happens. 	
 	 	 	He always was a keen on studying. You'd best be looking after him; it was your call to take him with you, so it's on you if he gets hurt.	
==BS01_MQ03_FieldTesting==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	No way! I didn't come out here to chicken out! 	
 	 	 	I'll prove to you I can handle this. Just you wait. 	
 	 	 	Right on! Let's go! I'm on your six! That's what you say, right? 	
 	 	 	You need to be more careful waltzing into people's homes. It's a good way to end up with more lead in you than's healthy. 	
 	 	 	More questions, or is luring one of my boys off to danger enough? 	
 	 	 	Who do you think you are, barging in here? George! 	
 	 	 	The Brotherhood? Again? 	
 	 	 	Pretty sure that's my line, buster. I'm not the one busting in uninvited. Get over here and start talking before George puts some new holes in you. 	
 	 	 	A mission to get your head blown off? George, put it down. All right, stranger, come over here and let's find out what's going on. 	
 	 	 	I'm Carol Putnam. This is my husband George. Now, why don't you tell us why you're barging in here and maybe we can all be friendly when you're done.	
 	 	 	Those'd be the military types in the heavy armor that came through here recently, right? I'm the one that told them about the attacks. 	
 	 	 	Might not be Lewis, or Sons, but this here's ours. 	
 	 	 	Not all, just the ones that waltz in unannounced looking like trouble. 	
 	 	 	Settle down, boys, the adults are talking. 	
 	 	 	You wanted to know about the ghouls? 	
 	 	 	Even after all these years, there was enough salvageable tools and such to make starting a farm easier here than your average homestead. 	
 	 	 	Didn't see any point in updating the sign. 	
 	 	 	Can't say for certain. We've got a suspicion, though. 	
 	 	 	Don't get them started. 	
 	 	 	I'm not happy about it, but I can see he's got his heart set on it. I gave permission, and now I have to live with it. 	
 	 	 	Get my baby boy hurt, though...well. For your own safety, keep him safe. 	
 	 	 	Me, George, and the boys. Marty's the overeager one; Colin's the quiet one. I hope I don't need to remind you we're not defenseless. 	
 	 	 	We're getting to be self-sufficient soon. Greenhouse is getting there. George wants to restore the house, but we're fine in here. 	
 	 	 	Only thing out that way is what's left of the Orwell Orchards. Could be the source of the things. You going to wipe them out when you find them? 	
 	 	 	George! 	
 	 	 	So, us, the robots, and the dogs, I guess. And enough firepower to discourage pests. 	"discourage pests" is a "don't mess with us" warning, but without hostility behind it
 	 	 	We've got other work needs doing first. If I can put up with your snoring for twenty years, I can deal with them. 	
 	 	 	Good to hear. 	
 	 	 	Aren't you on a mission from the Brotherhood? You're doing it for them, not for us. 	
 	 	 	Not sure. More than a few, less than an army, from what folks have said. 	
 	 	 	If you're going in alone, even a few can swarm you before you realize what's happening. Be careful. 	
 	 	 	All right, then. 	
 	 	 	Safe roads mean safer traders, good for everyone. The Brotherhood would definitely be making friends if you pull this off. 	
 	 	 	I don't like it, but they're adults - or close enough, I guess - and I know they're bound to want to do their own thing. 	
 	 	 	But the farm needs work, and we can't do it alone. 	
 	 	 	If one of them wants to go, George and I will have to live with it. You're not taking both my boys, though. 	
 	 	 	Careful, George. 	This is an "I'm warning you", but not harsh or mean
 	 	 	Go ahead, George. I'm curious, too. 	Playful yet serious, kind of a "let's see what kind of hole you dig for yourself"
 	 	 	I'd prefer you kept it that way, then. 	
 	 	 	Fine by me. 	
 	 	 	Just try not to startle us if you drop by again. George has a hair trigger with that shotgun. 	
 	 	 	Lower the gun, George. All right, why don't you come over here and we'll try to do this like civilized folks. 	
 	 	 	Something else you needed? 	
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