[aw] looking

Alright, so Ricky had called her bluff after all. She'd be mad at her later, but for now it seemed as though she had to come up with a compelling story to tell instead. She pursed her lips and tossed her gaze skyward while she waited for something to come to her. Finally, it clicked. "Well, its true that I was in a jam. I was treasure hunting you see, it's what I do." Her words were flippant, which in a roundabout way put emphasis on how out of the ordinary they really were. If all went according to plan, the darling puffball would ask more. "After days and days of trecking through a haunted forest I'd found my quarry but couldn't quite reach it. It was tangled up in thorns and briars and fallen logs. I tried to wedge my way in, but the log I'd hoisted up onto my back snapped suddenly and pinned me. It's true that Ricky here rescued me, but in turn I rescued her from a lifetime of boredom. It seems like a more than a fair trade if you ask me!" See, and that was most the truth too so even if Ricky retold the story it would just be a blander version of the original. Hah! Beat that! she thought with a smile.