Sheepeater Cliff i say that love is fictional

Lenny. A cute name for a cute girl, he thinks, and as she requests he come closer, he's blank-faced for a moment before nodding tentatively. Okay, slips dumbly from his mouth, and soon he's carried away from the edge and closer to the girl. My name is Fionn Faoláin... Nice, it's um, nice to meet you. Lenny. He breathes awkwardly, eyes darting to his paws and then back up to her eyes. You, um, from around here? As he waits for an answer, his gaze would begin to distractedly wander over the landscape with vague interest.