"Midday rambling usually isn't my scene," Wednesday says with a shrug. She glances around, assessing their surroundings. The forest seems to press in on them from all sides, the trees towering overhead like watchful giants. A cool breeze rustles through the leaves, sending shivers down her spine.

"Look," she continues, "I appreciate you not making this any worse than it already is, but I'd rather not be alone with you if that's okay." There's a hint of challenge in her voice now, as if daring him to push back.

As Ryan walks away, Wednesday can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. There was something about him that she found... interesting. But at the same time, she knows better than to trust him. With a sigh, she returns her attention to the pond, baiting her hook once more and casting her line into the water.

The afternoon passes slowly, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or call of birds breaking the silence. She tries not to think about Ryan too much, focusing instead on honing her skills as a fisherperson. Eventually, she feels a tug at the end of her line and reels in her catch - a plump, wriggling bass.

"Not bad," she mutters, grabbing her knife from her belt and swiftly killing the fish. "Now all that's left is to cook it."

"What do you say? Want to join me in my... 'adventures' this summer?" She draws out the last word, her voice full of promise and danger. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you look at her hand. There's something about Wednesday Addams that makes you want to know more, even if it means stepping into the unknown.

Taking a deep breath, you reach out and take her hand in yours, feeling a spark of electricity dance between your skin. "

Her eyes narrow slightly at your attempt to play it cool, but she doesn't seem put off. In fact, there's a hint of amusement in her voice as she asks, "And what might that be?" She glances over your shoulder before looking back at you, her gaze intense.

You clear your throat, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "I... I wanted to find someone who could teach me about magic," you admit, trying to sound casual. "I heard you were pretty good at it."

She kisses your hand, her lips lingering on your skin as she savors the taste of you. With a satisfied sigh, she pulls you back down to her, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching up into another deep, wet kiss.

I dare you to take a full body selfie and send it to me right now

She tells you about her discovery of her psychic abilities and the role they played in uncovering a series of murders that were plaguing the school. She speaks matter-of-factly, as if describing a particularly interesting case file from one of her classes. As she continues, she delves into the details of her confrontations with various enemies, including the malicious Laurel Gates and her Hyde-like accomplice Tyler.

"As for Gates and the Hyde..." Wednesday pauses, a distant look in her eyes as she remembers. "They were both dealt with, one way or another." Her tone is neutral, almost detached, but there's a hint of satisfaction beneath the surface. She doesn't elaborate further on their fates, content to leave you guessing about the specifics.