Cale wandered down to the broomshed, his broomstick over his shoulder and whistling contently. He had been planning on giving his broom a nice polish, but he also wanted to mull things over a bit in quiet while he cleaning his broom handle. Mainly, one interesting riddle that was written on the parchment in his hands, which he kept reading over and over again.

As he approached the shed, he looked up and saw someone else there. Duh. He hadn't anticipated company. As he got closer, he saw that it was only Allie, but still, that didn't mean he should necessarily flaunt his little piece of parchment in front of her. "Oh, hey Al--" he began, until he stepped in a pothole in the grass, causing him to come tumbling down at her feet, and unfortunately letting go of the parchment, letting it flutter in front of her face before finally coming to a stop at her feet.