>I look over to Olivia, her face locked on the window outside. She's turning quickly between the landscape and her little easel. New this scenic train ride was a winner. Place makes for amazing photography, too. I snap another picture of my gator girlfriend. Maybe that's just her doing that.
>I stretch out and consider a walkabout of this little train, I glance over to Olivia and ask.
>"I think I'm gonna go check out everything. You wanna tag along?"
>"Nah, just show me any interesting pictures you take. Don't wanna miss this. Great idea, by the way." I swell as she paints another landscape masterpiece. Can't wait to see her finished product. I step out of our cabin and do a mental coinflip. Engine it is, then.
>The cabins are all stylized, rustic brown decor, gold inlays. Real old-timey vibe. I snap another photo, this time of a door between cabins, it's little window peering into the next. Another passenger cabin this way, diner is back the other direction.
>I step forward and bit and into the next cabin, then the next. Finally a storage cabin before the engine. A worker spys me. A short mircoraptor woman, tan and a black ponytail.
>"Sir?"
>"Oh I'm just taking photos, sorry." I shrug, and make motion to turn around.
>"Oh you're fine, in fact hold on a second." she steps back and turns, walking into the engine compartment. After a second she returns.
>"The conductor says you can come in and snap some photos." I perk up. How novel.
>"Sure, that's awesome!" I let her lead me in. A bristly bearded old triceratops man meets me.
>"Heya, son. You one-a them phot-o-graphers?" he puts strange emphasis on the word, his drawl old-timey.
>"Yup." I peek through my DSLR lens and grab a picture of the complicated levers on the control panel.
>"Good, get my good side, now." he smiles, yellowed and crooked teeth on wide display. I oblige and grab a photo of the guy posing.
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