Whitewater Gorge the salesman's like what up,

Easy was intrigued by this - she'd thought she'd said it like him, but then again... her voice was changing a little bit, lately. Maybe it'd cracked. Or maybe she just wasn't as good at this talking thing as he was. "Word," she said again. "Word. Word. Bro. Word, bro." She stopped short, realizing she looked pretty ridiculous. Her cheeks heated under her fur, and she offered the most flippant phrase she knew. "Whatever." That, at least, she knew she could pull off.

Easy trotted away from the butt - the ravine - and stood several feet away, not interested in accidentally falling to her death. A stick was procured and laid on the ground just in front of her - a starting point, soon enough. "And what are the terms of this bet?" she asked loftily, quirking a brow at Tegan.