Dragoncrest Cliffs poured myself a plate of chocolate milk

"Innit past yours?" he shot back, crinkling up his nose at the darker Goufa. He continued watching the dark shapes flitting overhead, visible only by how their rapid passage blotted out the stars above. He never thought to consider the lights before; they were just a thing that had always been there, like sand and surf and air and sunshine. Bat's wonder at them would have been infectious, though, if only he knew what she was referring to. He assumed that it was the animal he was fixated on, and opened his mouth to speak when one swooped down again.

Bat's exclamation made him duck his head down in a flinch, which he laughed off right after. "Swoopies!" he declared, peering up and trying to catch sight of one of the strange creatures. They were hard to make out in the gloom but he thought they flew differently than birds. They changed direction suddenly and seemed altogether clumsy, not unlike wolf pups. "Let's catch one!" he prompted, although he really had no idea how to do that.

All the while the stars twinkled overhead, catching his attention for just a moment. "Past their bedtime, too?" he laughingly remarked.