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Clover turned upon hearing the loud plod of her sister, ears twitching. Normally she would be overjoyed, but today she had some reservations. Clover trusted Towhee's judgment in all but this singular thing, and she wasn't shy about it; Towhee surely knew how she felt about Screech given their first interaction. -Yeah,- she responded, and then her lips paused and she spoke solely in ptero after a beat. -I don't get it. Why did you let him in? I don't trust him. He's bad news,- She did not want Screech to know she questioned her sister at all if he was around, lest he try and sow some further discourse between them. Really, she didn't care if he knew she didn't like him, but she didn't want him to know she did not like her sisters decision. And why did she think this? Well, had she heard how Screech was talking to her? Okay, no, but she could read his lips well enough—and Towhee wasn't blind, how about the way he looked at her?