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Towhee caught her godfather's backward glance and turned to look. Seconds later, he touched her shoulder and she flashed him a quick sideways smile as she pivoted to face the approaching youngster. Clover couldn't come along for a patrol, though the guardian wasn't really in any particular rush.

-Hey, Clover,- Towhee greeted, tracing the shape of her three-leafed namesake in the air to indicate her name sign. -Where do you think you're going?- she asked. In lieu of a playful tone, she made sure to smile teasingly at the eager little girl.