Bramblepoint medusa and hemlock

He suddenly realized he hadn't done much of anything other than stare at Lasher for several moments. He caught himself and smirked, his expression softening at the other male's declaration of eternal friendship. Peregrine had expressed a similar sentiment once and it still held true. Yes, the bridge between them had burned to ash, once, but they had rebuilt a new one in its place.

"Does that make us biffles?" Peregrine wanted to know.