Re: Near the Picnic Table
"I was never a teenager in love; didn't have time for it." She smiled, biting into the food. Training to become an Alpha always came first, wanting to make her mother proud, though she was sure that she still had decades before it happened. That in itself was still a sobering thought, and she ripped at another rib, aggressively. Lowering her voice, she bowed her head slightly, her eyes darkening a little. "If it's less stress for you to hand her over, I'm sure Scott still works - he's still pack, it'll still be something to lure her out."
She quickly sat up and cleared her throat, accepting a drink from a slave who brought one over, smiling gently at them. Afterwards, she turned her attention back to her brother.
"Sorry for stealing your ribs, though - I'm sure they'll put some more out soon enough."