Grouse Thicket Whiskey please

"Oh, my dearest lady. You did but your sins be too great. How do I forgive thee from thy gravest sins? But alas my heart shan't stay cross against yours, so I must forgiveth thy sins against me." His accent could use some work but otherwise he was damn happy. He could feel his cheeks getting sore from the amount of smiling he was doing. He couldn't be more greatful for it though, he needed all those smiles and laughs. Laugher is always the best medicine.

Rye moved on to the spaghetti storm that was Wraens' name. The male stood blank for a split second before sharing her grin. "Heavens me, quite the name but as for I? No, it is Wrongfoot Reginald. I know, terrible name. It's why I usually go by Rye. Way easier." Their bantering was soul filling, bringing so much joy to Ryes' mournful heart. For a while there, Towhee was out of the picture. "Anyways, how goes your life? You were in a pack yes?"

Goodness I love these two lol