She turned her back on him while riding, so disgusted she was of the situation. Leaving! We just got here! And so many more fish stories to catch. “What about Philip?” she protested from another angle. “What *library* is he going to find all the whoppers that have been written about *him*? Hmph.”
But of course Pitch, being who he is, had another pitch to deliver. They moved downstairs to continue the game…
Sunklands 