Sheepeater Cliff peach & lime daquiri

Fox scrutinized him, trying to figure out if he was hiding his true feelings on the matter. She wasn't sure that he was telling the truth or not, but Fox figured it wasn't worth the effort to figure it out. If he really disliked it, he could leave. Simple as that. Fox paused to scratch an itch, moving her gaze away from Finn for a moment. "To each their own," she replied, once the itch was gone. "Although I think it would be wise not to crack such jokes around Lasher or Peregrine." Or me. If he wanted to make fun of their arrangement, or call it unnatural, he would have to deal with the consequences.

"You were... hunting?" she asked, deviating away from the subject of her love life. She wondered if Finn understood that he was flirting with women left and right. He must have, she thought, but he did not seem to think that ladies could do the same. Flirting was harmless, and she wasn't sharing herself with anybody (yet). And while Lasher and Peregrine did have their own thing... Fox felt she would have been far more jealous (perhaps even intolerant) if it had been another woman.