Whitebark Stream Margaritas for all

Her flirting was reciprocated, and for that she was grateful. If it hadn't been, she always could have just made pleasant conversation, but this seemed easier somehow. And Merlin, what a cute name. If he'd been named Crow (or had any similarities to her ex), she probably would have bolted on the spot. Luckily for her (and him), that wasn't the case, so she let herself relax and go with the flow. He asked what she wanted to do, and her mind wandered to a few very specific things, but she knew she couldn't dive right into that. Merlin, sweet as he was, seemed like the type who needed a bit more talking before any of that. And, let's be honest, Sequoia did want some semblance of familiarity before she jumped his bones.

Besides, maybe she could make this a multi-faceted exploration trip. She did need to find some stuff to decorate her new den, and what better way to do it than have somebody help.

I've been trying to think of ways to spruce up my den. What sorts of things are good for that, do you think? she asked.