Summary
Just some silly, lazy fluff on a lazy spring afternoon. Set in 'The Farm' arc. Her hair was sticking up and there were faint lines across her cheek where the wrinkled pillowcase had left impressions in her skin. She squinted sleepily at him as the late-afternoon sun slanted into her eyes. "What's so funny?" She mumbled, smiling. "Nothin'." He said. "You're pretty, is all."