Phoenix Maplewood wabbit season! duck season! ...turkey season?

He was glad Sunny let it go so easily, and returned his nudge with one of his own, a cheeky smile aimed his way. Seizing the bird where its neck met its shoulders, Shale powered through the maplewood just behind sunny, their mouths--thankfully--full enough to avoid any further conversation.

It wasn't as if he didn't want to talk to Sunny. He just really didn't want to talk about Pema.