Two days after the larger arrival, Finn showed up. She was running late for the little reunion, but, she wasn't about to miss the opportunity. In ten years since they had left the Plateau, Finn had been enjoying "civilization" as a model, and also had gained some acclaim accompanying handsome young actors and aristocrats on safari hunts.
Though, for all that, the illustrious young model had not settled down with a husband, or even a boyfriend.
"I prefer to play the field," she'd always say with a bright smile to the reporters.
"Wow... it's the toast of the Hollywood Fashion Show!" Marguerite teased when Finn came bouncing into the treehouse.
Finn grinned back. "I don't know about all that," she said modestly, "But, I am sorry I was late; I had a date... with Caesar Romero..."
Ned feigned a swoon. "All the ladies think he's so handsome..."
"And completely gay." Finn blurted, flopping onto a couch.
Marguerite and Veronica looked at her and both spoke at once, "He is not!"
Veronica and Marguerite had both enjoyed some of his silent films on Veronica's visits to the mainland.
Finn smirked, giving a little shrug. "Well, alls I know is he never even tried to touch my goodies."
"He's gay all right." Ned smirked, earning himself a hard elbow in the ribs from his wife.
"Maybe he's just a gentleman, Ned!" she said, ruffled.
"I'm sorry I insulted your boyfriend." Ned teased. "Ow." he laughed as she backhanded him playfully in the gut.
"That's okay if he is- he's still a swell guy." Finn said sincerely. "So suave... he was telling me about Tab Hunter, his best friend, and invited me to go camping with them sometime."
"T-tab Hunter? Oh, Finn..." Marguerite breathed.
"Oh Finn what?" Roxton asked, feigning hurt. "Are you going to leave me for a man who wears that stupid hat and carves a Z into everything?"
Marguerite smirked at him and kissed his nose. "You're stuck with me, I'm afraid, Lord Roxton."
"Well, good." Roxton smiled, patting her on the butt affectionately.
"Where are my nieces and nephews, though?" Finn asked, happy to be "home". "I want to give them presents- gah!" she shrieked, taken off guard when the kids came bounding into the room, Wolfy leading the charge.
The hound, which only a little bigger than a Shetland Pony, had both his paws on Finn's shoulders, having her down on the ground.
Roxton rushed over, pulling him off. "Get off, bad dog!" he fussed.
"Wolfy's not bad, Daddy! He just wanted to see Auntie Finn!" Morgan said reproachfully.
"S'all right, Johnny." Finn said, dusting herself off. "It's about how half my dates greet me too." she quipped. "All right, I think I see adorable children who want presents!"