“I’m glad you’re enough of a country mouse to get me out occasionally,” said Mytzi as she leaned into Vergen. “Here you can almost forget the rest of the world exists.”
“It’s the rare moment out in the field like this that keeps me wanting to stay as long as I can.”
“You just keep your year-round country mouse status so I get some chances at this.”
“I certainly plan to. Maybe next year we can get to be on a much smaller base camp, where it’ll be easier to make the base disappear.”
“Mmmm-hmmm…” The quiet conversation drifted into silence. Mirka finished her nutty and quietly dug into her pack for her sketchbook, hoping to get the scene drawn before her father stirred and made them continue on.