You find Sierra in the tiny lounge of the RV, calculator in hand and papers spread in front of her. Her hair is in a messy bun, which might not look good on most women but definitely works for her. She looks up just too late to catch you gawking. "General," she says. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Looks like you're hard at work," you muster.

"As always. The donations that come in versus the expenses that go out are hard to wrestle with sometimes. I mean, not like you wrestle. It's a more accounting type of wrestling. I mean... well, I mean keeping all this money under the radar can be difficult."

"I'm sure it is. That's why I have you around, right?"

A look of uncertainty crosses her face. "Right. I mean... what do I mean?" She chuckles. "I'm sorry, I'm so frazzled."

"You're good at what you do. You've kept us in the black for years, now, and I've never quite understood how."

"I could explain it! Wait, no. That would probably be boring. After all, that's why you have me around." She giggles nervously.

"You wanted to talk about some of the financials, right? It would probably do me some good to be more in the loop."

"Right. We can do that."

She starts talking about the money, and almost immediately she loses you. Still, you try to follow along to the best of your ability. You nod occasionally. Lost for what else to do, you begin to study her face. She keeps talking, pursing her lips occasionally, cocking her head from side to side as she does her best to explain and you do your best to ask relevant questions. You look her in the eyes, and whatever else she's saying, they seem to be saying "Kiss me."

You kiss her.

The (Canonical) End

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