Heron Lake Plateau Just a basket full of memories

Boolin? SHe wriunkled her nose in slight confusion at the word, but due to the deftness with which the word was spoken, she could only assumed it meant something along the lines of 'doing fuckall.' Why one would need a break from doing nothing, though, was beyond her- so maybe it was something after all- but of course, she didn't want to look stupid, so asking what he meant was out of the question. If she wanted to blend in with the locals, she simply had to do as they did, right? And if it meant assuming she knew what boolin was, and occasionally doing whatever boolin was, she'd do that. Unless it was a guy-only sort of thing. 

"Eh, nothing yet," She admitted. Border patrols weren't often all that entertaining, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. "Was just patrolling; but I could probably use a break from that too." She said. Not that she really wanted to take a break from patrolling- but she did want to do something fun. She eyed him up and down for a moment; she was taller than him, but that didn't necessarily mean she'd have an advantage over him. Remembering what Quixote had said about the Blackthorn pups being told to sit out on a war, she was curious to see if at least this kid wanted to at least learn how to fight. "Wanna spar?" She asked, casually throwing the idea out there- but not with enough excitement to make him think she'd be disappointed if he said no.