Deepwood Weald Diddly dee

Ah yes, the mysterious type. Chip liked those, and he was turning out to be one of them. He didn't seem to be the brooding type, although he was a bit ~serious~ for her tastes. Still, he was pretty, and that was all that really mattered. She had a feeling her exploring was done for the day, especially now that he was asking her what she wanted and boasting about how he was "a lot of things" and "sometimes a scout." She knew the game well, as she'd played it many-a-time.

"Company for the night would do," she replied, her hint maybe a bit heavier than it needed to be. "Provided you don't have somewhere you need to be before dark," Chip added, in case her hint needed to be any more clear. She took a step closer to him, let her eyelids close and open lazily, and let him make the next move, should he choose to.