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[talkyourwayout]

It was easy for Louie to overthink things, sometimes, being the analytically-minded sharpie that he was. Like, he'd made this new friend, and Amy was nice, and cool! At first, it would've been easy to write her off as just cutesy and pink, but early on she'd shown a bit of cleverness-- And it had caught his attention. At first, he'd wondered if all that caught her attention was his stories of adventures with Scrooge, which she couldn't seem to get enough of, but even when he ran out of stories he was willing to tell a new friend-- Well, Amy still liked to hang out with him. So far, this had all been done at the bakery where she worked, during breaks or her off hours, or something on hours. But the other day, Amy had invited him on a nice picnic out in the park - her words - and therein lied the overthinking.

Sure, he'd said yet, but then he started wondering-- Was it a date? Or at least, did Amy want it to be a date? And if she did... Well how did he feel about that? Sure, Amy was friendly and smart and cute and surprisingly tough, but did he like her that way? The day of the date picnic had arrived and Louie had, in a fit of desperation, considered asking Huey's advice. But no, nuh-uh. Nerp! Huey would go nuts and he was nervous enough about this as it was.

Why was he so nervous? Did he like her? By the time Louie arrived at the spot by the park's pond Amy had mentioned, he was feeling almost panicked-- And Amy wasn't even there yet!

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[pricklybloom]

Catching the blanket, Amy then unfolds it and spreads it out, smoothing the cloth down over the ground.

"Really? You've been missing out then." Picking up the basket again, she tucks her legs underneath her and to the side as she sits down, patting the spot next to her for Louie to sit beside her. "When was the last time?"

[talkyourwayout]

"It was a Junior Woodchuck thing, so I guess I was eight," Louie says with a shrug-- And a hint of a blush, being invited to sit down next to Amy. But still, he does take the spot. "I didn't stick with the Woodchucks very long. Not my thing."

[pricklybloom]

"Ah, Junior Woodchucks..." Amy nods as she opens the picnic basket and begins to pull out dishes and containers of food. "I was in it for a little while too, but it wasn't really for me either. I did learn a few things before I left though."

[talkyourwayout]

"Really, you learned things?" Louie asks with a snicker. "Because all I learned was that I didn't want to be Junior Woodchuck."

[pricklybloom]

Amy laughs as well. "Yeah, I get what you mean. But yeah, I picked up a few things here and there." She shrugs, handing Louie a wrapped up sandwich. "But you mentioned one of your brothers is a Woodchuck?"

[talkyourwayout]

Louie took the sandwich with a little smile, even as he rolled his eyes. That was just the reflex when he thought about Huey and his Woodchuck nerd stuff. "Yeah, my oldest brother, Huey. He's really into it, never goes anywhere without the Guidebook."

[pricklybloom]

Taking one of the containers of salad, Amy scoops some of it into a paper bowl for herself. "Wow, that's some dedication. He must always be prepared for anything then, huh?"

[talkyourwayout]

Louie snickered. "Yeah, I guess. He tries to be, but he overthinks things a lot."

[pricklybloom]

Amy gives a sympathetic hum as she passes Louie a can of soda before starting on her food. "Ah, I see. Is he the type to get stuck in his own head? Overthinking all the possible outcomes until he gets stuck with indecision?"