Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

As handsome as the male was, Finley was quickly growing bored of him. He didn't take the bait she laid down before him, not to learn more about the state of unrest she'd left the Plateau in, nor to at the very least hit on her a little. He was so serious, so humorless. Obviously she needed to screw with him a little.

"Oh yeah?" she said sweetly, lightly flicking the tip of her tail to and fro, "Anything else about me make you want to question your morals?" She eyed him mischievously, wondering if he'd be clever enough to pick up what she was laying down. Or if he'd just grunt and comment about the weather.