Firestone Hot Springs your only smoke and mirrors

Oliver's face dropped. "Oh," he said quietly, trying not to let on how disappointed he was. Why couldn't anything ever come easy? "You would know it if you ran into some, they sting like a beeotch," he added, reluctant to actually use profanity.

Well, if she couldn't help him find nettles, maybe she could help him find food. "Hey, are you hungry? Want to go hunting with me?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered her injured paw. He mentally kicked himself for his insensitivity. "I mean, if you're feeling up for it."