Sun Mote Copse I don't need to be reminded what it takes to kill the fun

Fin quirked a brow at the response she was given, which was so blatantly inaccurate, she had to fight back her smile. Her tone aside, there was nothing else about her that suggested that she was at all "fine". Her posture was tense, her expression miserable. Fin was reminded very much of her own past experiences with being "fine". When she'd been in those moods, she had always wanted to just be left alone. Kiwi likely did too. Which is why Fin settled onto her haunches and made herself comfy.

"You're a terrible liar," she commented, "But that's to be expected with a mother like Wildfire. We can work on that if you want. In the meantime, how about you spill?"