Silvertip Mountain Fun is good!

Anita grimaced as once again, Adeline repeated her foul language. What's a damn log? She couldn't help but let a small laugh escape from her lips. "It's a...very complicated expression, I wouldn't say it because not everyone will get it," she muttered, lying through her teeth. Maybe if she just avoided the question, Adeline would drop her interest in the matter. Well, that was wishful thinking.

She sighed in relief at Shalon's response, happy to be getting out of the...darn log. However, she was not ready for the sharp pull from behind that was obviously had good intentions but sure as hell didn't feel like it. If she had not bit her tongue, she would have spouted a new word for Adeline. 

Fortunately, it worked, and Anita became free from the log, trying not to stumble into Shalon. She managed to regain her footing just in time to stay upright. "Hey, thanks," she smiled, glancing at Shalon gratefully. "And you too Adeline, without you I would have never escaped from that log's evil clutches," she said with a playful tone, giving the young girl a wide grin.