Firefly Glen And only so many hours in a day

She wore her own security like a custom fit tiara. She grinned at her daughter’s impish behaviour, and gestured for the others to give chase as the guilty party loped off. Casually, she turned an ear toward Cole, interested in his answer but like her husband, not terribly concerned that he might say something that would put her judgement in question. He seemed kind, sane, healthy. 

Put down roots; she was impressed. It implied that he hoped to father more generations, and to raise them in a community. It would be nice, she thought, for their children to have playmates of another family to grow up with. 

The valley’th a good plathe for a fresh thtart. She said, mildly aware that Cole was looking for such a thing. Good fishin’, good huntin’, an’ the wintuh wath mild…Valley’th got good wallth aroun’ it, tho…She shrugged. It’th been a comfy netht for uth for a year now…Hopefully many more to come.