Dragoncrest Cliffs poured myself a plate of chocolate milk

"Swoopies?" Bat repeated dumbly, flinching as another one (or maybe two) flitted past. They were in no danger of hitting her, yet the Goufa couldn't help herself. "What the heck—" she began to ask when Ephraim proposed they catch one. That sounded like it'd take a lot of effort. Besides, Bat wasn't too sure about these swoopies. They were giving her the creepies.

"I guess," she answered doubtfully, now thinking her friend was talking about the errant bats flitting in and out of sight against the backdrop of starshine. "Are they birbs?" she wondered, relaxing slightly (she'd been partially crouched since first noticing the critters) and assuming an expression of interest. They were creepy, yet still compelling.