Greatwater Lake The Ladybugs Are Flying

Engel was at least hoping she would know something about where they were. Spencer did not. Only where the sea met the shore. "Well...could you point me in that direction? To where the sea meets the shore. Because I do enjoy strolls along the shore" he said, a gleam in his eyes hinting. "But if you are otherwise pre-occupied with something of a different matter, I'm sure I can find you again...if that's what you want." Sometimes they did want to see him again. Other times...well, that was an entirely different matter that ended with biting.