Mya nodded. Making her own fun wasn’t always easy, especially when she got criticism for her methods, but it was what it was and she wasn’t going to change her ways as long as they made her happy. “Kinda like when I found that hot air balloon and almost everyone gave me shit because they thought it was a stupid idea. I’d have only used the balloon partially for recreational use, honest. The rest of the time it would’ve been useful.” She hadn’t gone back out to that field since she first discovered the balloon, but maybe soon. Or maybe she’d discard the idea and save the propane for the colony’s use.
“Only for the first couple drinks,” she replied to the comment about being an enigma. “The rest of the time it’s anybody’s guess.” Naturally, it depended on what she was drinking, too, but that should’ve been an obvious statement she didn’t need to tack on.
“Underage coin trafficking, then,” Mya corrected herself, perfectly content to discuss this topic like it was serious. “And whoever got this coin would pay a hefty price because how lucky it is. Especially when it involves luck with the ladies.”
“Teens will be teens. They deserve to have some fun. It’d just be nice if they cleaned up after themselves. Although I was a slob when I was a teenager, so maybe I shouldn’t complain.” She laughed.
Mya shrugged. “Good luck charms are hard to come by. You should drill a hole in it, wear it as a necklace so you’re less likely to lose it. And it’ll make a great conversation piece when people ask you why a dead president’s hanging from your neck.”