Sun Mote Copse always.

Elwood shrugged. What can I say? Don’t trust a hoe, never trust a hoe, he replied, deadpan. He then squinched up his face, trying to remember the particular What’s-Her-Face Fin was referencing; I can’t think of her name right now but I know who she’s talking about, and Elwood would have known too, had she given more details.

She recalled Ashton next, which brought a fond smile to Elwood’s face (even though he was already smiling, I’m sure). I bet he did, he said; Ashton was too good of a guy to have anything but a happy ending. But I bet they don’t have as many babies as we do, he amended. They had certainly raised an army of Blackthorns over the years.