Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

Mason skittered excitedly along the ground next to her, paws pattering a rhythm, his mood immediately having picked up since Charon disappeared. He felt his cares melt away in light of Osprey’s fun-loving conversation. He was extremely pleased she approved of his name; it felt like he had received a 10g achievement for doing nothing.

“Water-waffle.” Mason spoke, trying out the name on his own lips. Then he tried saying it three times really fast: “Water-waffle wattle-waffler waffer-wartle!”   It was a cool tongue-twister and Mason giggled at his own massacre of the syllables. Mason caught his breath from his fit of amusement and grinned at WW, who was perhaps the nicest person he had ever met besides his family.

“So now we’ve got a code name, we need a secret mission?”