<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>She laughed brightly at Allia's chiding.<strong>"Because I never get to, and I have an appreciative audience."</strong>A big smile to Allia, as Onette gathered her skirts so they wouldn't fly up as she sat next to the halfling.<strong>"<em>Besides</em> Pie, you love it, I saw you laughing. And look at those cheeks!"</strong>There was a gentle elbow to her side.<br/><br/><strong>"Well,"</strong>she began when talk turned to the weather,<strong>"Think like a bandit. Are you just going to sit out in the rain and mud <em>hoping</em> for someone else in the rain and mud to come by?"</strong>Her brows lifted.<strong>"Or will you settle up in camp with all the stuff you've already stolen and wait for a nicer day when fat merchants and their mistresses are out for a picnic in all their finery?"</strong>Okay maybe a few too many romantic books, but the foundation seems solid.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course,"</strong>she adds, because Onette really likes to talk,<strong> "if they <em>knew someone was coming</em>, no doubt they'd brave a little rain."</strong>She leaned against Allia's shoulder a bit.<strong>"That's part of why we were going to go by ourselves..."</strong>Onette bit her lip and looked down at the stew she was pointlessly stirring.<strong>"Figured... you know. Catch 'em unawares? Like..."</strong>She looked around the camp.<strong>"If they don't know the militia's out after them they must be pretty bad at the job, right?"</strong>She smirked.<strong> "We were going to meet you there with 'em all tied up and be the big dumb heroes."</strong>She looked to her friend, still leaning lightly against the smaller woman.<strong>"Right Pie?"</strong>