"Beverly!" Deanna's exclamation comes out completely scandalized, as she skids down the dusty hill and hops to a stop, turning quickly with her hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry!" Beverly replies, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment as she follows the younger woman, also stopping once they reached flat ground. "I'm used to my own private thoughts remaining in my own private head."
Deanna eyes her for a moment, then 'humphs' and turns away, suppressing a smile.
Beverly picks up on her amusement anyway and grins. "So I'm forgiven, then?" she asks, stepping up to Deanna's side and nudging her with a shoulder.
"I suppose," Deanna agrees, feigning reluctance.
They continue on in silence until, a few minutes later, it's Beverly's turn to gasp in surprise. "Deanna!"
"What?" Deanna asks, laughing. "You can admire my backside, but I can't appreciate your breasts?"