I don't trust nobody
Maeve had a bit more forethought than Rigby did. She had torn one of her sleeves off and tied the bottom closed to make a pouch of some kind that she filled with berries. So by the time they stopped, hers had not been turned into a poor excuse for a jam. She sat nearby, content to rest for a moment. Her feet ached and she could feel the blisters pressing against her boots. Which were admittedly ruined. Maeve sighed softly, opening up her own berry pouch and eating from them slowly. "Would you like some?"
The girl extended the bag out to him. She was still being nice. Even if he was a dick. Might as well be civil while they get through this. "My name is Maeve, by the way... Figured it was about time to introduce myself... What's yours?"
The girl extended the bag out to him. She was still being nice. Even if he was a dick. Might as well be civil while they get through this. "My name is Maeve, by the way... Figured it was about time to introduce myself... What's yours?"
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
