Redhawk Caldera blake's got a new face.

The somber tone their conversation had taken did an abrupt 180 in the opposite direction, much to Fin's delight. She was not one to put much thought into plans for the future. She lived one day at a time, taking a "whatever will be" attitude towards what the future would hold. And in times when it looked like the future would hold something less than happy for her, she held tight even harder to the present. Firstly because she didn't want to waste the time she had left, and secondly because she just plain did not like to dwell on sad things.

"I'm sure if we tried hard enough we could find a squirrel's cache to raid," Fin suggested eagerly, not wanting to let him slip out of this too easily, "I bet you could find one easily. Acorns aren't much different than pinecones, are they? They're all tree debris, right?" See how he weaseled his way out of it now.