"What about your sister?"

The question rises out of pure curiousity. If one girl in this hut is burning with loneliness, then the other one might as well, right? A longe pause ensues.

"Oh", she finally says, with soft bitterness barely hidden in her voice. "Of course. You fancy her over me."

"No, no", you are quick to respond. "I was just under the impression ... you know, she did all the flirting, while you were ... rather quiet."

"Oh yes, she is quiet the bubbly type, isn't she? A smiling, flirty sunshine." She sighs, slowly crawling away from you.

"Wait", you whisper. "But it wasn't her who found the courage to come here, right?"

She hesitates. "What do you mean?"

"She might be this farmyard's queen of the day, but you rule the night."

She giggles softly. "You just say that to comfort me. But ... thanks." She still lies under your blanket, naked, waiting for your answer.