"Aww, buzzkill," Poppy cast her forlorn eyes to the lush, grass-coated earth, twiddling with a cigarette buried in her left pocket. She debated saying no, just dropping the whole idea altogether, but decided against it last minute.
"Okay, Okay, mighty overlord, I shall abide by your condition," She pouted, muttering under her breath sheepishly, "no matter how lame it may be."