Honeyed Pasture nightking

Alright, alright, so the golden boy was warming up a bit to play some verbal hockey. Piper’s champagne gaze glimmered delightfully at his suggestion. Instead of wanting to seek out the individual he had intended to find originally, he seemed to have been swayed by the beautiful wildfire that had swept in front of his path. Piper knew better than to simply think she had won (especially regarding a competition that only existed in her internal monologue) so she crinkled her nose and cast her sights upward in a thoughtful manner.
 
“Well, I’ll tell you what, stretch… I think the beach sounds pretty nice right about now. But I don’t mind scouting out to find your lost friend,” and she made certain that she put a solid emphasis on the word ‘friend’ so that it was clear… she did not want to help this young man seek out his long-lost love or the person who had captured his heart. “So take your pick and you’ve got a partner in crime.”