Whitefish River grass is always greener on the other side

Already she was on his good side. There were few who hit him right in the bitter zone, to which he will refrain from mentioning any names - but this one he was absolutely certain was nothing but as sweet as sweet can be. Already he could feel his cheeks stretch to their limits as his eyes squinted from their presence invading his sight. The multicolored plume danced behind him and only swayed faster as she returned the kind greeting. 

It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Ambrosia! Ira doesn't bring home many so you must be special. He teased, well, not fully. There was some truth behind his words as well. Ira wasn't unfriendly, but she didn't often bring anyone back to Kaistleoki unless she had some faith in them. 

An adventure huh? Pondering this request, he took a seat upon the ground. He thought hard about this. Adventures could be many things... some would consider a bear hunt an adventure, while others an absolute nightmare... and he wouldn't dare bring a young lady on a bear hunt in fear of what may happen. He already didn't want Ira going. Mind elaborating?