Issue 1 Downtime

"Sure, but you don't seem like a hypocrite, so that doesn't seem like a good verse to use. What's wrong with telling someone if they're wrong? I mean, maybe you're wrong. Maybe I'm wrong. How can we figure it out if we don't talk about it?"

"Discussion is fine," Violet says, "I just don't like arguments."

"Besides, right and wrong aren't decided by discussion. It's all laid out in the Bible."

Daphne giggled. "So the bible says 'Violet is right and Daphne's wrong?'" she teased.

"Well, no, it doesn't say that," Violet says, rolling her eyes.

"Well then how does it help us right now?"

"It keeps me from arguing with you and lets me just enjoy our hike, for one," Violet says with a smile.

Daphne laughed, turning back around and falling in next to Violet. "I like you. I'm glad I stumbled into your room and not someone else's."

"I'm not too crazy about the room thing, but I am glad I met you," Violet says, "You're nice."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I'm not too crazy about the rooms either," she admitted. "Feels too... cold and impersonal," she said, making a little face. "But what can you expect from an institution's dormitories. Have to make the best of i- Oooh, there's the field!" Daphne skipped over to where the trees ended, then did a cartwheel out into the grass.

"That's not what I-," Violet stops, just shaking her head.

"It's a nice field."

"Ahhhhh..." Daphne just fell backwards, laying in the grass, closing her eyes and breathing blissfully. "Thiiiis is more like it."

Violet sits down next to Daphne, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Ohhhh yes," she said. "No pavement, no traffic, no power lines... thiiiissss is nice." Without looking she unzipped the backpack next to her and pulled out a rather large thermos and started rummaging around for glasses.

"What's that?"

"Lemonade," she said, coming out with two well-used metal cups. "There we go!" she said popping open the thermos as she sat up. "Want some?"

"Sure," Violet says, "Sounds good."