[Throughout the course of the day, Heather's undoubtedly wound up interacting with Greed in some form or another, probably without even thinking about it. The day is pretty much just a blur of color and splashing water, and she's amazed at how easy it was to entirely forget, just for a few hours, all of her troubles in the process of horsing around in the sun with a bunch of people. Some of whom she never even met in person before.]
[... Greed, though, Greed she remembers seeing once. Vaguely. She doesn't remember the details-- it was on one of THOSE weekends. ... But she does remember that they talked about something important.]
[A pair of bare knees extending from a caribbean-blue set of swim trunks steps in front of Greed's broody sitting spot.]
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[... Greed, though, Greed she remembers seeing once. Vaguely. She doesn't remember the details-- it was on one of THOSE weekends. ... But she does remember that they talked about something important.]
[A pair of bare knees extending from a caribbean-blue set of swim trunks steps in front of Greed's broody sitting spot.]
Yo.
Ever tried a s'more?