Greatwater Lake jack-o-lanterns in july.

It was Magpie's turn to give a roll of her eyes— Finley's retort made no sense, anyway— and she moved to lay heavily on the ground, mottled shoulders facing her escort. She was going to let the 'one-upping' slide without comment, but at the grey female's next statement, Magpie growled defensively, "I definitely don't snore, but I'm sure you do with all the heavy breathing I hear from you while you're awake." It occurred to her that she was being particularly disrespectful to the caldera's second-in-command... but Magpie found she couldn't care much. She wasn't even sure she'd return, yet. She had only come back to apologize, and if Fox had been the only receptive one...

She didn't snore, did she? Suddenly feeling very self conscious, Magpie rested her head on her paws, careful to take dainty and shallow breaths— maybe if she pretended that's how she slept, it would come true. But rather than resting as she had claimed, Finley asked after the reason for the trek. "It's not really your business," she grumbled; Magpie would have much rather done this alone, "but I have to talk to someone there."