"I was prissy as a child. No dirt under these fingernails." "You were prissy? I don't believe it." "If you knew my mother, it wouldn't surprise you." I raise both of my hands in surrender. "But I've grown up. I'm not afraid to get dirty anymore." A lone eyebrow skyrockets and color creeps up his neck. "Is that right?" I drop my face into my hands and bump against his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that." His laughter is warm on the nape of my neck. "Don't worry. I know." We stand to leave and I soak up the view one more time, taking a dozen more pictures before heading for the lift to go down. It's all going too fast. The sun's already descending on our last day. I'm not ready to go back."