Leslie could do nice and slow when it came to relationships, but what she couldn't do was deny altogether that she had feelings for the man sitting near her. It wasn't a huge leap for her to hear that she and Ben were married; hearing that they had triplets was a whole other story, though. But married? She tilted her head as she looked and Ben, and she could see it. Growing old with him felt natural, and right.
But being in Marrowood had made her extra cautious, about everything. Yes, she would have normally just gone out and put together a park if she wanted it bad enough. But like Pawnee, Marrowood had rules. Maybe there wasn't a true government here, and she wouldn't have to apply for permits and zoning and whatever, but there were rules. And if you didn't abide by the rules the results were a lot more devastating.
"There was talk about a curse that people got when they messed with the playground," Leslie said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "I mean I didn't really believe it at first, but like, then I experienced all these weird things... saw ghosts... had furniture thrown at me by invisible things. And then the demons..." She let out a sigh, and then shrugged again. She was doing a lot of that since she came to Marrowood. "I just can't dismiss that we might get cursed if we did things without permission. I just don't want to risk that for anyone, you know? And I'm no voodoo priestess that can protect people with force fields or whatever," she added with a small, sheepish grin.
The talk about Ben's butt made Leslie smile, and brought some color to her cheeks. "Well, it's a very nice butt. You know, you should get up and turn around for me," she said with a cheeky grin. "I think that's much better than going to find the non-existent mayor, and believe me, I've tried to find him. He like disappears or something. Or he's avoiding me... oh, what if he's avoiding me... I might never get approved to do this park!"