Swiftcurrent Creek hurray for the riff raff

If he didn't seem to particularly enjoy her sense of humor, at least he rolled with it. Bones found this rather funny, particularly in combination with his very dry, raspy tone. He didn't seem to think much of her on the surface, though the youth suspected he just tried to present an indifferent front while, deep down, he was laughing at her silly, forward questions.

"What if I called you Haunt-ear?" she questioned. "'Cause your ear's nothin' but a ghost!" she crowed after a beat, grinning toothily and thumping a paw on the ground. Whether or not he accepted this nickname as easily as the first, young Bones found she already thought of him by this alias; it would be sticking, for better or worse.

"Do you happen to know an Atticus or if an Atticus lives here?" she queried after a moment, spring green eyes shining with curiosity and raw hope.