Sun Mote Copse Gingerbread zombies

Geebus, this kid was such a Blackthorn. Though to be fair, a real Blackthorn would've been dumb/confrontational/possessive enough to have fallen for it. He was actually an oddball strand of Blackthorn that wasn't easily excitable. But seeing as not falling for it fell under the realm of being difficult, Fin still lumped him in with the rest of the batch as she sat back and settled in to continue talking about death and misery.

"I don't know, but I can tell you for sure it won't be before I go," Fin answered confidently, even though she was well aware that no one actually chose the date of their own demise. They'd made a deal, dagnabbit--which she could've elaborated on, but chose not to as it likely would've just confused him more. She slipped onto her belly then to get eye level with the boy, at which point she gave him a small smirk and asked, "What else you got for me? What other questions you got rattling around in that brain of yours? Gramma Flea is at your service."