Lost Creek Hollow breakfast at tiffany's

Eshe was the definition of that. It was the third time she had conversed and gotten on with someone so well outside of Dry Canyon... and she ran with it. If she knew he was reminded of his younger sister, she'd probably die a little inside and be mortified... Eshe was the comely girl next door, but the one who didn't know what the hell to do with herself. As his shoulder bumped into hers, her heart exploded into tens of billions of butterflies and she smiled giddily, her own tail waving.

Especially as he paired their names together.

"Well, we better get to adventuring," she invited, inconspicuously moving to brush-shoulders against him and dash ahead of him, tail waving behind her as she took the lead and snickered. "Will Dash be outdashed," she narrated, "by the quickfooted Quill?!"

It was only natural that she topple over herself immediately after, oooooooooooo fuuuuuu, legs tangled together. "I meant to do that. Dash can't be outdashed, 'twouldn't be right," grumble grumble.