Sleepy Fox Hollow and i'm like honestly,

his quick defense of his mother was met with a clap shut of her mouth: she jerked her head back in surprise and studied him, taken aback by the shift in conversation. she decided he was probably a momma's boy in that moment -- why else would he have had such a knee-jerk reaction to correct her?

nevermind that if the roles were reversed, indra would have done exactly the same thing.

as preposterous as his next question was, indra somehow managed to keep a straight face through it. she realized she suddenly had leverage - not much, but enough that she could command the direction of the conversation if she so wished. she shifted back on her heels and stood tall, expanding proudly the way a male peacock might impressively display his wares.

"i've been in a scrap or two." she supplied coolly -- if she was a human she would have examined her nails in a nonplussed manner for added effect. "i'm indra. you?"