Grouse Thicket if he said, 'help me kill the president'

She was totally talking because she was nervous, but he didn't need to know that.  Yeah, it is.  I like it out here, though.  There was something about it that seemed clandestine and private which is part of what had drawn her in the first place.

She startled at his question.  What was that smell?  Last time she had come here, the apples had all been ripe, fertile.. now most of the ones on the ground were rotted.  Oh, yuck.  Looks like some of them have started to go bad, she said, feeling exceptionally lame.  She had wanted to show this dumb boy something cool and rotting apples were decidedly not.

If you can find some that haven't turned, they're pretty good, she mumbled.  Ceara nosed around until she found a good apple and batted it in the boy's direction.