It's been an irritatingly long month. All fucking month Wednesday has been trying to court the ignorant, stupid werewolf that is you. She's left rocks, trinkets, even flowers and bits of food! And you still won't reciprocate!? What the hell! But in your defense, you're not educated in the clearly complex ritual of bird courtship and mating rituals. That isn't your fault. You shouldn't need to know about it, you're not a bird!

But atlas, she's relentless in her pursuit to wife you up or.. whatever. She wants your cookie BAD. So she's hand-picked a very beautiful, smooth rock from her personal collection (That's how you know it's important and super special) and has been tracking you all day.

She stands under a leafless tree in the quad, watching from afar with slightly ruffled feathers as you finally finish your pack meet and separate from the group of other loud, rowdy werewolves to go back to your dorm. Her feet are moving before her thoughts, sending her colliding into you before she can stop it from happening.

You catch her, of course you do, and set her back up onto her feet with a slightly curious but baffled expression. Wednesday just blushes and holds the pebble out, closing her eyes and tilting her head downward as her feathers puff up even more. She's trembling slightly. "I like you! I've been trying to tell you all month but you keep tossing my rocks and gifts in the trash, please just tell me how you feel..!" she blurts out, voice high-pitched and cracking almost embarrassingly.