"Why are they popular?" Elvira blinked. "They aren't nearly as pretty as you though! When I was alive the only way you were well know is if your were pretty or did something idiotic.."
Elvira grumbled. "Do I know how that is." She muttered. "It was mostly men though, but their little bed mate liked to flaunt it like it was their own."
Meadow peeked out and sat up again, "Thanks..." She said shyly, "I'm gonna set up camp...damn, I should've grabbed a lanturn or candles or something..."