Over the next few days, Max and Fang had animated conversations.
"What's you're favorite color?" She chirped. (Haha, get it? Chirped? No? You're probably thinking...well that was lame. Yeah, bye.)
"I like black. Like ravens." He replied. "What's yours?"
"Blue!" She replied cheerily. "Blue like the beautiful sky!"
He stared up and looked at the sky she was looking at. "It is beautiful."
"Say...what do you look like?"
Fang looked into the stream. "I've got long dark hair. And I'm only six!"
"Oh, is it beautiful too?" She asked. "I have short brown hair 'cause Jeb won't let me grow it out."
"Who's Jeb?" He asked throwing a pebble in the water. He watched it sink to the bottom as bubble floated to the top.
"...Jeb." Max said vaguely. "He's just Jeb."
"Oh." He didn't push any further. It must've been a sad thought. Or at least uncomfortable.
"What about you?" She asked brushing the subject off. "What's your family like?"
"Just my mom."
"I don't have one."
He felt sad for her. "I want to hug you."
She laughed, much to his relief. "Me too."
"I will hug you one day," Fang declared standing. "I promise."
"Will you listen to my song?" Max asked hopefully.
"You're going to sing?"
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll listen."