"Hmm." The werecoyote murmured as she folded her arms across her breasts and focused on a particular corner of the roof which looked out to the city, "The strawberries will be easy, they love sunlight and we'll have lots of that around...Did he say what kind of tree? Because that could really change things."
Bella had drifted silent for a moment there and Malia was familiar enough with those by now to know when her friend was spacing out and when she was thinking hard over something so she didn't brother to pry. If she'd know what it was that Bella had been pondering though, she would have verbally torn a strip off of the other girl. She wasn't just going to abandon Bella to fend for herself in a strange city with no one around to help her. Not after all the help Bella and her family had given Malia; she couldn't and wouldn't do that. Ever.