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"What?" Towhee blurted loudly, eyes screwing up in confusion and then disgust. "What?" she repeated, then emphatically added, "No! Why would you say that? Gross!" She shoved her shoulder against him, mostly playfully. "You don't think it's kind of weird that he likes other guys?" she pressed, a little taken aback by Phox's calm acceptance. Uncle Elwood had taken the news in stride too. It perplexed her.

But before the conversation could continue any further, Lagan suddenly pushed in between the pair of siblings. Towhee shot him a self-conscious glance—had he overheard?—but he was energetic and grinning, e.g., his usual self. And while his preferences struck her as highly unusual and a little gross (if she was honest with herself), she didn't like him any less or anything.

Still, she felt a little awkward, so Towhee quipped, "Are we there yet?" to break the likely self-contained tension.