Meadowlark Prairie just a little bit's enough.

It didn't take Finley long to get lost, even though it was her that had prompted the situation anyway by referring to the lake by his surname only.  She blinked at him, wondering what he was talking about.  Did he think her name was a boy's name?  That did happen from time to time, much to her chagrin.  The deep trouble thing went totally over her head - unless he was talking about sticking his penis deep into things.  But that couldn't be right, could it?

"Finley is my name, not my boyfriend's," she corrected, not pausing to think that she ought to correct the usage of 'boyfriend' instead of mate as well, "And.. I guess you might be in deep trouble, depending on what you're planning.  Rodney can get pretty deep, even just a few feet in."  Lake Rodney was huge; no doubt the waters were very deep particularly in its center, but even closer to the shore in some spots you could run into some trouble.