No One's Pov:

Namjoo laid on her stomach on the grass, at their special spot where the maple tree towering over her head was casting a dappled shadows on her back. The day was hot, but under the tree, pressed flat to the lush grass, Namjoo was comfortably cool. The fingers of one hand idly threaded through the clover in front of where her chin lay propped on the other hand, and she watched the small green frog that stared back unblinkingly from a foot away.

"Hi there." Namjoo said softly.

The frog croaked.

Namjoo's eyes widened, and then she smiled.

"Making some new friends, Namjoo?" Irene asked from behind her, above her, sounding amused.

"Shh," Namjoo cautioned, but it was too late, the frog was leaping away with one of its long legs. "Dang. And he was just opening up to me, too."

Irene chuckled. "Kim Namjoo, friendly, cute, and very pretty." She sat down on the grass, then stretched out full length on her back beside Namjoo, looked up at the sun stippled leaves overhead.

Namjoo tucked her other hand under her chin and relaxed her shoulders. "I thought you were about to say 'and very fabulous'."

Irene rolled her head to the side to look at Namjoo. The grass tickled her ear. "Not unless there's something you've forgotten to tell me."

"I have webbed feet."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't," Namjoo agreed. "But I could have."

"You could. You could also have super powers."

Namjoo grinned. "Just think of all the things I could do."

"I think I shall." Irene closed her eyes, and a moment later a slow smile curved her lips. Irene suddenly rolled onto her side, and the warm scent of bent and broken blades of grass surrounded them. She propped her head on one hand and regarded Namjoo. "Know what I think?"

Namjoo turned her head to look at her, and had to quell a sigh at the way the sunlight played across Irene's skin, casting a cool summer glow on her face. "No," she managed. "I often don't."

"I think..." Irene began, and then paused.

Namjoo waited.

"I think... I think it's summer." She said quietly, and lay down on her back again.

Namjoo frowned. "No, you don't."

Irene closed her eyes. "Let's see. Green grass, hot sun, warm breeze, hayfever- yep, I think it's summer."

Namjoo propped herself up on both elbows, to