“…And where will you go from here?       

“Woah! When did you get so tan?”

“You could have drowned!”

“It’s so hot… Maybe you should take your clothes off.”

“Buy me an ice cream!”

“There’s a festival tonight, if… you don’t have plans already?”

“My house has air conditioning, you know.”

“I think I’m melting…”

“Take me to the beach!”

“We could just sneak in to the movies…”

“You’re totally sunburned! You look like a lobster!”

“Don’t touch me, I’m already sweaty…”

“But… I can’t swim.”

“You can’t swim?”

“Stop eating your ice cream like that, you’re giving me ideas…”

“Let’s go skinny dipping tonight.”

“Is this… *your* speedo?”

“Do you want to go to the theme park with me?”

“The ferris wheel stopped…”

“Send some of that breeze my way.”

“You can’t just sleep all summer.”

“You’re hogging the fan.”

“Put some clothes on!”

“You’ve never been camping?”

“I’m afraid of rollercoasters…”

“It’s too hot for that…”

“Did you do your summer homework?”

“So once you go home, I guess we won’t see each other anymore…”

          A stalemate. A standoff. He’d found these fair and square. It wasn’t a situation     of mutual cooperation, she had no claim on this territory or it’s resources, there was     no way she could claim he owed her anything. He’d found these all on his own. Yet     here was this young woman once more, believing she was entitled to his gains. Was     this country some sort of fossil socialist collective? Was there a notion that finders     didn’t always mean keepers? Who dared to take something from his possession that     wasn’t rightfully theirs? A calm, cool expression, and his lips parted to give their reply;

There was no shaking the guy but her desire, her greed for more knowledge about those from the ancient times. She knew it was wrong to steal but the girl never was the best at civil coercion; but this man wasn’t like the others. Her fingers twitched in anticipation as she stared silently for moments. She could make him but it wouldn’t be right, but no, he had the advantage over her when it came to build. Yvette whispered her question.

                          He quickly gathers up the remaining stones in his arms.                   Shockingly for Steven, fossils weren’t usually something he                   considered so precious and dear that they had to be protected.                    But in this case…..

Oh. Even if those fossils couldn’t be resurrected, even if she had duplicates, Yvette couldn’t help but simply want them. She’ll listen to the other’s request one way or another; she turned the opposite way, took those three steps he said and promptly tiled her head back.