Who: Laurel ( @waywardesouls ) Where: Strawberry Picking
Ana had known the Reed family all of their lives--at least the generation born and living within the last 150 years. That she had bedded Laurel's sister on more than one occasion made her, well, familiar with the blonde bunch, though she had rarely had much reason or occasion to speak in depth with Laurel. As she spotted the easily recognizable blonde hair up ahead, Ana stopped beside the same row of strawberry plants as the Reed sister. Her basket was already quite full, as she had a recipe in mind for the bunch.
"This all would be better with a timer, don't you think?" she said idly. "Competition to see who can pick the most the fastest." So much of the rest of the rodeo was competitive, so why should this not be also?