Whitewater Gorge i don't know nothing about mopeds

Easy flashed a self-satisfied smile, because she had chased after the bird, intent on bagging one to drag home to her father. She hadn't realized quite how big or dangerous they were at the time, but she still considered it a feat of bravery. Braver than Tegan, at least! "Well, we can't all be Easy," she said loftily, not quite thinking that sentence through. But rather than beat herself up about it, she found the strength to press on, latching on to the next topic of conversation.

"Some asshole tried to eat my sister over the winter. Daddy fought her off and bit off her tail, but she got a tooth in his eye," she bragged, tail wagging. It was one of the coolest things about her dad, honestly. "It's still there, but it's all gross and dry. And he has the other one but he can see out of it." Honestly, he'd been mostly blind since she was tiny. It didn't phase her anymore. "What are your parents like?" she asked curiously.