Derek

I'll let you know your cost.

I got you.

I got you.

Question is, so Team Coco licenses the Team Coco brand, the Coco Neurobrand likeness for a pinball machine.

What features are you insisting are in the machine?

Yeah.

Or it's the string dance.

It's the string dance.

Yeah, I mean, go for it.

I like it.

I think this is all going into, yeah.

I really appreciate it.

I feel very fortunate to have a lovely experience like this.

Thank you so much.

It was late afternoon when we finally reached Mulberry Mountain, far beyond the well-worn paths of Ozark National Forest. Tyler had insisted on leading us deep into the backcountry, promising solitude away from the usual weekend campers. The five of us, me, Tyler, Rachel, Marcus, and Jess, set up camp in a small clearing ringed by dense stands of white oak and hickory.

It was late afternoon when we finally reached Mulberry Mountain, far beyond the well-worn paths of Ozark National Forest. Tyler had insisted on leading us deep into the backcountry, promising solitude away from the usual weekend campers. The five of us, me, Tyler, Rachel, Marcus, and Jess, set up camp in a small clearing ringed by dense stands of white oak and hickory.

The trees pressed close, their leafy canopy filtering sunlight into muted streaks across the forest floor. as we pitched our tents marcus joked about bears and mountain lions but rachel's eyes flickered nervously toward the shadowy woods i smiled reassuringly telling her it was all part of the adventure still an odd tension hung in the air the kind you only notice in hindsight

The trees pressed close, their leafy canopy filtering sunlight into muted streaks across the forest floor. as we pitched our tents marcus joked about bears and mountain lions but rachel's eyes flickered nervously toward the shadowy woods i smiled reassuringly telling her it was all part of the adventure still an odd tension hung in the air the kind you only notice in hindsight

By the time we'd gathered around the campfire, the sky had turned a deep orange, the sun dipping behind distant ridges. Jess pulled out her phone, snapping photos of our silhouettes against the fading light. That's when we first heard it. Two sharp whistles echoed faintly from the trees, crisp and clear, like someone calling their dog back home. Tyler raised an eyebrow, glancing around the circle.

By the time we'd gathered around the campfire, the sky had turned a deep orange, the sun dipping behind distant ridges. Jess pulled out her phone, snapping photos of our silhouettes against the fading light. That's when we first heard it. Two sharp whistles echoed faintly from the trees, crisp and clear, like someone calling their dog back home. Tyler raised an eyebrow, glancing around the circle.