Bramblepoint do you think the porch is falling apart or do you just weigh a ton.

He thought of asking what a scout was, but temporarily didn't want to look stupid (it would likely be the one and only moment in his life that Titmouse would care). He did however, listen keenly to his new friend and begin wiggling in place the longer Rannoch spoke; briefly he looked to Liffey as she kicked at her face and he looked entertained by the strange position she had contorted in to, but Titmouse was first and foremost, interested in Rannoch.

I lissen! I do! Which was true. He listened way better than the others! Whats a scout? His head tilted curiously to one side, then sort of bobble-headed back and forth while the nervous energy left him. Before Rannoch could answer that Titmouse ploughed on ahead: Issit mean I can go lookit rocks? Can Liffey come?