Larksong Grotto She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires

Ditty took little time in making Jhala's aquiantance by pressing his nose to her side without warning. Jhala looked a bit phased, as she reciprocated with a bit of hesitation, but she otherwise seemed nonplussed. Reek nodded with brow quirked high. "Glad to— uh, see you two are hitting it off," he quipped, chuckling lightly. Was love in the air? 'Tis the season. Reek found it funny that -- seeing as they hadn't even exchanged words yet -- he wanted to smash them together and say 'now kith.''

Jhala, pulling away from Ditty, made her way closer to Reek. He allowed his tail to wag in tandem with her's; comfortably and happily. She meantioned Tavi and Reek smiled. "Ahh, so you've met my—" he paused, face scrunching. He didn't exactly know what to call the relationship he shared with Tavi. He couldn't call her his mistress anymore. She was no longer the other woman... She was more or less the woman at this point. Still, they had put no labels on it -- and with Reek's failures with commitment -- perhaps it was better this way. "—Uh, partner," he quickly added as an addendum.