Whitewater Gorge the salesman's like what up,

tegan didn't know what she meant by 'pointy fish'. what the fuck what a pointy fish? tegan knew what pointy was, and he knew what a fish was, but what kind of a fish was... pointy? tegan meant to ask, but easy moved right along to the ravine and he decided he'd forget about it. maybe he'd make something up to to tell towhee about. towhee could fish, probably. whatever. 

"taoiseach," tegan then said without skipping a beat, the name was stupid and long and tegan quite hated it, but it was still there and probably good to know. maybe he could use it as like... a secret undercover name, cause no one knew him by taoiseach... oh, damn, except easy. now easy knew him as taoiseach. shit. "is your name short for something? or is it just that easy, easy?" he asked with a bright, smirky smile. god he was so funny, he really should get paid for this, it just doesn't get any better than this shit. 

"what else do you know about ravines though, seriously? i gotta know."