[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Megara turned to look at him, her head tilting some in thought. I don’t think that. I think everyone has a bogeyman in them, you’re only a bogeyman on the outside. He wouldn’t be so nice to her, or to the kids and anyone needing a helping hand if he was. He tried to be good, and that was enough. Looking around, her hands went to the pockets of her coat in search of matches but her fingers turned up empty. Could she risk a little magic? Meg’s head shook, You got matches, I forgot matches.

Cupping the bell of her pipe she tried to protect the match's flame, nib clenched between her lips managed a small smile and a blink instead of a nod to his plan. Once it was lit, Megara nodded. I like boats. Never been on one mind, but I like how they float… used to pretend I was a pirate when we’d move camps, the araavels are kinda like land boats I suppose.