Lake Rodney the story of small pox and barf face

"Finley," she answered simply, smirking at his words. She definitely didn't want to keep being calling Barf Face, and had she been smarter she would've realized that continuing to call him Small Pox would lead to her being referred to by home as her less preferable moniker.  But, that would make her far less Finny than she was.
Fin had to fight back a laugh at Charon's very obvious irritation over her comment. Apparently he was still a little asshole, only taller. She tilted her head slightly when he mentioned Wildfire being whom he especially didn't want to die. It didn't occur to her that he was trying to play to her sympathies. Instead, she was taken aback by his apparent interest in a female Finley still considered to be a precious little baby (in her mind anyway).

"I know plenty about battling bears, son," Fin insisted when pressed, giving him a wily grin, "I've never dealt with a mass relocation effort like what you're talking though. How many would you say you're dealing with?"