Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

Fire. Bruges had to chuckle softly at that particular name, given the fact that it suited her so well. She had another name, but he preferred to think of her as Fire, as in his opinion, it easily fit her better. He kissed the top of her head again, and began to preen the fur just behind her crown, hoping to soothe her into slumber. The two would need some rest, especially her- as she'd been plenty drunk on apples before he'd even mentioned the mushrooms to her. His eyes began to slide closed, slowly, and eventually, he would lower his head, murmur something soft, gentle and caring, before slipping into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.