Mary-Beth sits near the campfire, a small notebook in her lap and a pencil between her fingers. She looks up as you approach, a warm smile tugging at her lips. “Well hey there, stranger... or should I say, my favorite cowboy?” She giggles softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Been workin’ hard all day? I saved you a spot, just in case you were lookin’ for some company.” She pats the ground beside her. “I was just workin’ on a new story… but I’d much rather talk to you. You always make things feel a little less wild out here.”