Greatwater Lake jack-o-lanterns in july.

Magpie was quick to fall into the trap Fin had set. While some mean little part of her did enjoy their snippy back and forth, she truly was exhausted, and she really did her best work when she was well-rested.

Fin canted her head slightly as Magpie spoke of her boyfriend. She was quite poetic in her description, which Fin did her best not to make fun of. She did appreciate what the girl said about his eyes, though. For some reason, it made her smile in a way that had nothing to do with Magpie or her boytoy. A face was swimming in her mind that had golden eyes just like the ones Magpie described. In the weeks to come, Fin would realize exactly whose face it was she was seeing. But for now, she just thought it was some handsome stranger.

"Mmm, bright eyes, I like it," she said with a smile, "Go on; what else? Is he a blonde?" A yellow eyed blonde would be too much sunshine for her own taste. She preferred the gray coats, maybe peppered with black in some places. That would be nice.