if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail was altogether oblivious of the forlorn glimpse upon her features at the prospect that catching one of those little waddling ducklings was somehow out of her reach. Although it might have been true, there was a certain way in which the girl drooped at being told she was simply incapble of doing something. It was Oliver's sigh, however, that drew her gaze back towards the man, her sweetheart lips contorted into an all but delighted grin at his teasing words. "Really really?" She inquired, perhaps a bit too delighted at the idea of catching a duck then she should have been, not that Abigail intended to do anything to the duck after she caught it. It was, however, that very suggestion that ducks were more meant for eating that Abigail found herself inquisitive of. Although the woman had a tendency to befriend animals that Oliver called prey, she was still quite the carnivore all the same. Frankly, she could scarcely imagine what a duck tasted like. Was it like chicken? She kind of liked chicken but it could be rather bland at times. Oliver, however, seemed to know the exact sort of place to make the BESTEST duck dish in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD and, frankly, Abigail was totally on board. "Okay! How about next week?!" Clearly 'one day' meant particularly little to the enthusiastic woman, Abigail far more determined to give a more definite date then some future that might never be fulfilled. "I'll come by for lunch again next Friday!" It seemed those plans were solidified - just like that.

That very prospect of lunch, however, turned the woman's hazel eyes back towards the containers of fish Oliver pulled from the depths of the paper bag. The very scent of it was nothing short of utterly alluring, prompting Oliver's inquiry on exactly where she had fetched such a delectable dish in the first place. Admittedly, Abigail rarely spoke of work or the things she did to make ends meet. Even Arlo was oblivious of how she spent the majority of her daytime hours - though it was hardly on purpose. the name of the little bistro fell easily from her lips and yet, she was hardly surprised that the businessman hadn't heard of it before. "It's by the beach in the South, just before you cross over into the West." She commented with a very firm nod, only to pick up her own fork as she prattled on. "You should come visit me at MY work sometime! I'll even be your waitress! I mean....I'm not very good at it yet but...I can at least get you extra fish!" She grinned, hardly daunted by that learning curve that came with the service industry. Waitressing was like...hard. She had to remember her tables and their faces and what they all ordered and all that sort of stuff! Oliver, however, seemed all too busy with piling his own fork filled with that cooked fish to care and, in a far daintier fashion, Abigail was content to follow suit.

A much smaller piece was placed upon her fork before place in her mouth, a soft sound of satisfaction echoed upon her sweet lips only for her hazel eyes to shift towards the man across from her. That very glimpse of glee on his features was hard to ignore and in turn, Abigail found herself giggling at his own contentment. "Of course it is, silly! I wouldn't bring you bad fish." She commented, putting another piece onto her fork to nibble upon it with a clear hint of delight. It was only several bites later that Oliver prompted her on that inquiry that had caused her to so interrupt the man's day all together. It had, admittedly, been lingering upon her mind quite a bit of late, that offer that had been given to her. On one hand, it seemed kind of nice to get a chance to hang around Malia more and yet...the rest of the people she'd met at Malia's home she was still somewhat...uncertain of. The very utterance about a pack however, seemed to cause the man across from her to freeze, as if she had uttered something very very bad indeed. Oh dear. A small frown crossed her lips as she watched Oliver, her eyebrows furrowing at the very weight of his gaze upon her. She continued almost hesitantly as she informed the man that it had only ever been them where she had lived.

It was that singular vague sentiment that seemed to prompt a glimpse of curiosity within her closest of friends and slowly, Abigail nodded ever so slightly. "Uh huh. My mother and my father and me." It was the most she voiced, her own relationship with her parents had not been...unenjoyable. Quite on the contrary, she had loved them and they had loved her and yet, ever since her mother's death...things had just been....different. Abigail watched as Oliver audibly inhaled, considering that very inquiry before he provided her with a definition of exactly what those little groups were. What she hadn't been aware of, however, was just all the dangers that could come with being apart of a pack. Malia most certainly HADN'T mentioned all of THOSE. A small frown crossed her lips and yet, Frost hadn't seemed like the kind of guy to demand things, after all, he had been kind of nice to her. A small shrug crossed her shoulders as Abigail took a bite of her fish, swallowing before she answered with a true glimpse of some distinct consideration. "Not well, I've only met them once but they seemed really nice so far I guess..."

The last thing Abigail anticipated, however, was for her bestie to tell her about his family. And yet how very similar his story was to her own. Her head bobbed in ready understanding, even attentive to the glimpse of sadness upon his features. She knew that look all too well. A soft sigh left her lips, she definitely didn't want to hang around with someone who was mean, but surely she would have known right away if Frost was mean, wouldn't she have? Wouldn't Malia have told her to stay away? It was Olly's inquiry of the Alpha, however that caused her to perk up ever so slightly. "His name is Frost. I met him. He was nice to me and made sure I had LOTS of salad for dinner. I think he's a moose. Or maybe a deer? Or an elephant." Her nose scrunched as she tried to remember and yet, she hadn't actually seen what he was. "You could have eaten him." She nodded quite firmly, that fact was one she was most definitely sure of. Abigail was hardly oblivious to the worry that so seemed to afflict the man, a consideration already crossing her thoughts. She knew how to fix this! Sorta. "HOW ABOUT I TAKE YOU TO MEET HIM?" Abigail exclaimed, clearly ecstatic with her own ingenuity. She all but wiggled in her seat, "After lunch I can take you to see him and then you can decide for yourself and if you don't like him then I won't join, okay?" It seemed like the PERFECT compromise, as far as Abigail was concerned, the girl already shoving another piece of fish in her mouth as she grinned.