Penny frowned. It was just like this place to keep all the juicy details away from the public. Just about everything seemed like a huge cover up, and in order to get to the facts, you had to jump through about a zillion hoops. "I'm not surprised. That was just... so weird." Weirder still was the way everyone was going about their normal business as if the death of an esteemed politician meant absolutely nothing. In a town as small as Frye, neighbors got to know each other well, all their bad habits and quirks. It was just the way it all worked there. So, why was no one (not even the mayor's own son) really mourning him?
There were so many important questions left unanswered that it was almost better to leave them all be or risk getting an ulcer about the whole situation. Besides, it sounded almost as if Bast was just asking her out on a date? Penny's fingers stopped moving, and all she could really do was blink for perhaps a whole minute there. Her mind was going a mile a minute trying to process the question he had just asked, and the words that came out after were a jumbled mess of incoherent and unfinished thoughts.
"What? I mean, like... look, Sully, you don't have to take me anywhere or like do anything with me if you don't want to. You don't have to like me... I mean... like... It's just... I mean... We could forget.... or... I dunno... Not think about... or... I dunno.... I... Basically, what I think I'm saying is that I don't want you to have to do something you don't want to do just because some avian blogger put all her worms on the table."