Lost Creek Hollow cause everybody plays the beautiful game while out in brazil

Of course, as has been mentioned a bunch of times, Treason's real goal was to have fun -- in her typically odd way -- while going through this weird life of hers.  Whatever happened along the way was just part of the path, and as long as it aligned with whatever short and long term goals she had, she was pretty much cool with it.  She trusted Terance to be pretty much the same, even if it was wholly wrong, as she believed him at his word.

The nudge to her cheek of course earned a swift slightly toothier response to his, grazing through the fur but only surface-level.  But she was just being friendly, of course.  You were, were you? she said with a devilish smirk. She hoped that meant something good, but it very well could just be pretty mundane.  Keeping busy meant there hadn't been too much time for conversation.  Not really. Pondering getting something to eat, but that can wait.  Got something in mind?  Treason canted her head slightly.  She didn't need to feign the degree of curiosity she showed -- she was pretty bored, so that might end up with Terance getting chomped on a little more if she was not sufficiently distracted.