Cassiopeia's View ooga-chaka ooga ooga

This was going nowhere. The boy huffed and shook his head, letting a tiny laugh bubble out of him which might've sounded forced (it was pretty poorly obvious), and Dingo decided to let the topic die off. Ya-know what, its nice up here. Good view, good company, he chased that blatant compliment with a small eyebrow wiggle and plastered a cheesy grin on his yellow face, then continued: Maybe I'll stay. Got any grub up here? Not -- not real grubs though. She seemed like quite the literal beast, and the last thing the boy wanted was a belly full of worms.