Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

She didn't decline, but her response still wasn't exactly ideal. Hunting in the more traditional sense was not exactly a talent of his anymore. But still, he could pretend, if that's what it took to keep her around for a little while longer. There was so much still he wanted to know. But most of all, he realized he just wanted to know her.

"Fox," Penn replied easily--he'd told the semi-lie a half dozen times by then, "I'll follow your lead." He trudged out of the water to join her on the shore and gave her a smile that felt awkward on his lips. "So, not a fan of dad," he said, trying to come across casual and conversational, "But how about the rest of your family? Mom? Siblings..?"