Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

She was quick to remind him why it was they happened to get along. A grin curled upon his muzzle as she not only answered him, but reminded him she was also growing bored of this conversation. "Mm," he murmured, glancing towards her. "I could use a good poo." Might explain why he was so full of shit.

He lifted to his feet and brushed her shoulder with his own. Turning, he took a few paces down the ridge only to turn his gaze back in her direction when she suggested a topic of conversation he could always agree on. Food. "I was actually thinking about that," he admitted. He hadn't had anything else to add to his las inquiry about the clouds. He'd just used it to fill space. "I was contemplating white crocodile with a side of a sass."