Meadowlark Prairie i'll be home for christmas.

"Pleasure's all mine," Lele dipped her muzzle politely and offered Figment a small smile. It lit her face up for a moment, then it was replaced by concern, because she had no idea, how to go on from there. What to say next? She wanted to be liked and did not wish to be thought of as awkward and dumb. Far from it. She felt that there was so much locked inside her that she could show to the world, but key, once picked up in her hand, always fell down and she had to frantically search for it in the dark again. 

She stood there, quiet, her gaze going around nervously, shifting from one paw to the other, until it occurred to her to ask: "Where are you heading to?" She clung to this question as a person to a lifeline.