Hushed Willows It Play TIME!!!!!!!!

When someone walked in on him and the stump, Tambourine momentarily slowed and stopped. He blinked at the stranger (well, semi-stranger; he'd seen him around...), head cocking to favor his floppy ear. The adult seemed amused, so the youngster grinned right back at him. Something in his body urged him to keep going, though he continued to hover for a moment.

"Wooing? What's that mean?" Tambourine asked, extremely interested in what this meant. "How do I wooing?" he added, unaware that he had bungled the past participle.