Blackfeather Woods 'Cause out of sight is out of mind

Fuck, this was actually a kinda serious question, wasn't it? He played it off a bit, but she could hear in his tone that the conversation had gone from full joking to something a little deeper. Which meant she couldn't really just toss him a bullshit answer.

Normally she'd have lied and said yes. She'd sell a stranger on just about anything so long as she could amuse herself with it, but it felt wrong here.

I've never tried, she replied, as if he'd just asked her about skipping stones or something equally as important. If he didn't want to make it a thing, neither did she. Maybe? We could find out, maybe. She could put something together for that, though it'd be more for his peace of mind than anything else.

What kind of dreams? Just as casually. She couldn't help it.