Oh goodness this was the fanciest thing Lyn had ever seen. SO WHAT if the concept of being drafted into this thing was completely lost on her and her idea of a nice date was, like, hunting down a deer in the woods and eating it for dinner? She was going to make the most of this thing and make friends and everything was going to be fine.

Lyn sat down at her table and she was looking around like she had never seen a restaurant before. Golly those trees were so small how did it work?