“Alright, a picnic.” She agreed. She was tempted to ask him where they would go, or what they would bring, but an element of surprise to it sounded delightful. She didn’t want to pull all the fun out of it with insistent questions. “I’d kick the butt of a fireworm” she said, as if her tiny bean sized form would have any impact on something as big as what Crux described.
Whatever you want to do… A little sadly, she said. “I want to stay with you. But I don’t know how to make it happen. I can’t have you, and my family, while keeping you with yours.” It was something that was growing in her chest. A worry. If she wanted Crux for keeps - and she did - how were they going to make it work?
