Coconut Grove i'm in a b-boy stance, i'm not dancing

Bat clucked her tongue at his expected sarcastic rejoinder, straightening up and giving her butt a little wiggle to shake off any drops. Instinct commanded her to scratch her paw pads against the earth near the small puddle, to really drive in the message: This belongs to me! Well... us.

She cocked her head at Tristan's next comment, then huffed a laugh. "Yeah, the shade's nice... but so's the water. If you get hot, just jump in the ocean." She chuckled again, then shrugged and resumed walking, already scoping out the next best place to drop a squat.