"There's a pond over through those trees over there." Georgie pointed. "Careful. Little fish are in it. Fresh water fish. They might nibble at your toes but they don't bite." He finished. "Go on ahead." He dug through his own bag and pulled out a plastic bag, taking a hanful of granola and stuffing it in his mouth. 
"Got anymore stories about those two?" I asked. Lyric nodded. 
"Tons. I could talk about those guys for days." She laughed. 
"Tell me some." I rested my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. I'd listen to some stories until Sam got back. Then I'd get the mud off of my hands and face.