Broken Antler Fen rootbeer popsicle

Ambrosia smiled again, hoping that he'd consider joining. His next bout of words, however, shot down those hopes. Damn.... She shrugged her tawny shoulders, but disappointment danced behind her lemon eyes. She hoped she hadnt weirded him out or anything. Cousins? Hm, wonder if any of them resided in the fen?
       "I understand. Too bad though. What are your cousins names? Ill keep an eye out, tell em they're being looked for." 
She wasn't sure if she wanted to keep on in a conversation with a stranger who had no intentions of joining her family. Her mind began to wander, though she did pay attention to him.