Mudminnow River pray you catch me

Khoe smiled and stopped to look down at her paws. That's right, she said, then looking back up at Cebra. They had come to a slight block in the conversation, now that the introductions were out of the way, and Khoe wasn't sure what else she could say or ask without overstepping. They obviously had one thing in common, but perhaps it was too personal of a subject. How far along are you? she asked; Khoe had never been one to think twice.

I'm not far along, myself. It's my first one with him.