Moonspear All anybody would tell me is all that bad news

One of the many things Keen decided she liked about Bridget: it was impossible to feel insecure about their interactions. It all felt very straightforward in a way that took more mental energy to question than Keen had the capacity for at this point in her life. Her smile turned shy as Bridget complimented the birds, and she almost forgot to get one for herself. Luckily she remembered.
But she didn't have much of an appetite, far too distracted by her date to think of eating. Fish sounds perfect, She agreed easily. Keen hated fish. At least until the moment Bridget mentioned it, and then that hatred was promptly banished from her mind, never to return to conscious thought or spoken word. I was lucky to get these. I'm not much of a hunter. More of a uh, historian. Actually luck had very little to do with it. She'd been persistent, and it had taken hours. But Bridget didn't need to know that.