Submission (#1446) Approved

Parfait strolls onto the hill and pops open a questionable looking telescope, adjusting far too many knowbs and handles until she whistles approvingly. Seeming satisfied with... whatever she's just done, she parks her bum in the grass and presses the oddly shaped eyepiece to her eye. No one can know for sure, but she may or may not have whispered something involving the moon and a large quantity of cheese.