The Sunspire cravings of an intense and odd variety

It wasn't what she expected; surely he could feel her heart beat against the walls of her chest.  She remained quiet for some time, unabashedly letting her eyes graze over his big beefy man-ness.  Mato hadn't been like this; Mato had not been a lot of things.  (There were other things he had been that she did miss).

She smiled gently, genuinely.  She wanted to tease him, she wanted to say, cool, but that probably would have been inappropriate and lame.  Maybe later.

So what now?  That was the one thing she didn't want to ask.  Did you ever talk to anyone about those bird names? would suffice instead, for now.