Whitebark Stream Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

The girl 'pfffts' air from pursed lips when he mentions gender norms. The mention of sushi just makes her balk a little; after her attempted meal in the mud flats a few hours ago, the very thought of fish made her stomach lurch and heave. "God no, no fish." She sticks her tongue out and makes a brief expression of utter revulsion - but just as swiftly as the expression was there, it vanished as soon as the boy made his introduction.

"Well then, Ukko, you can call me Tavi. Or dessert," with a toss of her head, she sends him a little wink. "If we can settle on something to eat first. Hmm," but what could they do. Hunting would be difficult with two wolves, and she didn't really want to waste energy on finding one hundred mice to fill her empty stomach. Ugh, decisions decisions. She pirouetted on the spot, and planted her plush rump against the ground as daintily as her 120-pound self could manage, watching him with a smile. "Any other ideas?"