The scent of evening diffused into the air, as Fyo trailed into the Maïze Maze. He spotted a familiar head, blonde hair done in plaits and, sneaking up behind the person, placed his hands on her eyes.

"Guess who."

Brody giggled. She knew and loved that voice, but teasing Fyo had its perks. "I don't know," she pouted, trying to pry his hands off her eyes. "Whho iss ittt?"

Fyo's jaw dropped open. "You have got to be joking."

"Of course," Brody grinned, an amused light dancing in her eyes. "I can recognise your loud mouth anywhere."