Cricket giggled. "Sure," she replied and plopped down in the grass next to him. She stretched her arms out in front of her before bringing her hands to rest behind her head. "And we didn't dump all of your stuff. I took most of the shiny, sparkly, pretty things for myself." At this she rolled to her side, resting on one elbow, to give him a cheeky grin.

She had always liked Pan. From the moment she joined the tribe, she had felt drawn to him and his humorous ways. His easygoing nature and carefree ways seemed to mesh well with her carpe diem personality. And it helped that they has similar tastes in fashion, which became apparent when Pan started begging her to let him dress her up. She conceded every time, of course, loving the innocent attention. Though she would not admit that Pan was a "close friend" exactly, it was true that he was one of the few people who she saw as a little more than just a means to an end.