Hushed Willows and you've been doing what, exactly?

The question seemed to perplex Banner. Tambourine watched her face carefully, his own eyes sweet and full of hope, his tail wagging slowly to and fro. It slowed, then stopped, when she rejected him. His heart did a funny thing in his chest, then sank. He wasn't sure what to say. In fact, his mouth dropped open, only to clap shut an instant later when she randomly mentioned Buchanan.

He didn't understand the apparent non sequitur. "Buchanan?" he repeated dumbly, his curiosity suddenly spiking, eclipsing his earlier dejection. Tambourine's head cocked to the left, ear flopping forward. "What would he say?" he wondered, taking the statement quite literally.