Broken Antler Fen got a bottle of whatever.

Sounds excellent! Last post for meeee :D 

Fin chuckled at his response.  As much as she would've enjoyed holding hands and skipping back home with Luke, she had to admit that that sort of movement probably would not be helpful in keeping her cookies in the cookie jar where they belonged.  She bumped appreciatively into his shoulder when he swore to protect her from the evils of the local water fowl.  "Thank you," she replied with a touch of honesty in the humor that painted her tone, "You know, I don't mind facing off against bull moose, stags, or even bears, but set me against an angry gaggle of geese.. fuck my life, man."  Geese were just plain petty, vicious sons of bitches - a fact that she would happily elaborate upon as they continued to mosey their way back to the Caldera.