Life was good for the Hedgies these days. With RJ and Verne's dual leadership, they were able to collect more food than they'd ever done before, enough to keep their bellies full for a good few winters yet - beyond the wazoo, even. Sure, there were a few squabbles at first between RJ and Verne (some for good reason, some not), but Heather always had faith that the raccoon could get the job done from the moment he entered their lives, and he delivered.

The teenaged opossum had always been kinda embarrassed by her dad's flair for the overdramatic when it came to playing dead, finding it a little weak to just pretend to keel over like that. However, these days, while her dad was still very much his usual self, she had been putting what he taught her to good use, much to his joy. And, for the most part, it worked. Who'da thunk, right?

After another successful food heist, Heather sat by a tree with her 'phone', munching away on some grapes, the taste of which felt so sweet and flavorful and tasty and just totally unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. While she would never say no to sifting through trash - something her father often proudly stated was a key part of being an opossum - fresh food was always appreciated.

She froze up when she heard the shrub rustle nearby. Part of her wanted to call for Dad and the others, but... no. She was a big girl. She could do this.

As she prepared to feign her faint, the leaves parted, and out staggered... another opossum? Instantly, Heather relaxed, though she was still curious; they must've been from another part of town, because she's never seen them before. However, she soon noticed that they didn't look too hot right now.

Once their eyes met hers, neither knew what to say for a moment until Heather awkwardly cleared her throat.

"Uh... hi!" she meekly greeted with a small wave and a smile, then held up the fruit in her paws. "Want a grape?"

...

And then they fainted. But, like, actually fainted.

...

Yeah, she should probably get Dad and the others now.