The Floodlands Jackpot

She wondered a moment if he had tasted the wrong reptile. He looked confused, then concerned, and almost bashful. It wasn't food he was after.

Ah! A man after me own heart, bless. Since he wasn't after her victuals, Mag felt a measure of comfort and slackened her typically tense spine.

There's plenty here a'side the grass. I'll help ya look if we can split the winnings? Pale eyes focused upon the man's face a moment, the color of a blushing sunset.