Melitta sighed and shut the door to my little abode, figuring it was time for some exploring since maybe the height of Spring's Eve had died down a bit. With her purse on my back, she thought it was a pretty day to enjoy the fresh air. She thought maybe the embarrassment of her entrance to Bovine Bluffs had died down. The thought of being called a flasher had her cheeks darken again and thought about going back inside the house. “C'mon Melitta, surely no one can remember that… Maybe Jaspe...