sorry for delay. had a boatload of ij issues.
River arched an eyebrow and moved closer to the woman. Weren't you not supposed to take treats from strangers? But even so, if this woman was dangerous, River'd eat the bench she sat on instead of the pastry.
Her hand was out for the half when the woman spoke, and River drew her hand back.
Are you an old friend of mine?
River shook her head.
Are you here to kill me?
She furrowed her eyebrows, nibbling at her lower lip. Her skirt swished against her legs in the breeze. Today it was a turquoise calf-length skirt, with purple flowers along the bottom.
River had taken the time to consider this, and she did not think she was here to kill this woman. So she shook her head again.
So, would you like to join me and not kill me?
River smiled, and sat down on the bench. "Very much."
She nodded toward the squirrels. "Predatory behavior has been noted in various species of ground squirrels, particularly the thirteen-lined ground squirrel. These are eastern greys."