#elsewhere

So it is, Brekke finds the music collection..... Love on the road

And Frannk and she keep driving

A blink as she notices this. (CD?)

"What is this one?" she inquires.

A long pause.

"I do not recognize it."

Then, a deep sigh. "Be cautious. Pooka stole the Rig."

A brow. "Noted. But...it is better to know, I think?" A gesture towards the CD player...permission?

When she pressees play, it's a song that they both know well... it was played at their wedding!

A blink, and she looks at him.

Frank gives Brekke a wide-eyed incredulous look.

with music like that, some fond memories might rise up

A puzzled expression, and she looks at the CD case...then taps a quick shave-and-a-haircut on it, bunking to Whisper it.

Well, that's cheating! but the glamour kicks in

"Who put you here in the Rig?"

And the first song ends, the second begins... one Frank hasp played on the guitar for Brekke (Though to be fair, not his voice, but still happy memories, she and Frank around an Alaskan campire)

Her hand goes to her mouth, a look of increasing shock.

Siv's voice speaks "Nobody,,, and this should be a time for you two, not making it about a mystery... who am I kidding, 80% chance you're going to whisper it. FIne, it was Siv. She loves you and wants you to have some happy tunes and Couple time_"

Her hand drops with a look of...bemused relief. "Oh, Siv. That is lovely. Thoughtful."

"Mmph."

She looks to Frank...and gives a bit of a smile as the music plays.

the first song they ever danced together too! Frank was so worried Brekke would decline

Clearly, Siv did her homework

And they drive trhough a forested area where trees glow golden, umber, and crimson

Frank drives carefully, watching the road and the other traffic around them.

She clears her throat. "Siv seems to know a great deal...."

Oh, yes, she's coloring. But not displeased.

"Mm. One wonders -how.-?"

And, it's possible that Frank picked some scenic roads by more than chance?

New England in October is made of scenic, regardless of the route.

"I...do not think I will question too much, this time. She is making a thoughtful gesture."

It will have to be highway-scenic, to keep to schedule.

"She tries." Frank agrees.

Another song, fittingly enough, one speaking of nature

Another slight grin.

It looks like a good start to whatt could be a lovely and loving adventure

(possibly to be continued)