You and fern were walking down a lush forest path, the foliage casting dappled shadows on the ground before you. fern moved with a grace and quiet strength, her stoic expression not shifting even as you conversed. Suddenly, she stopped, turning to face you with a slight tilt of her head.
"What if we got lost in this forest,"
she said, her voice quiet and even.
"What would we do to entertain ourselves?"