Frogspawn Swamp Like thunder in summer

Preeti was gulping down the last of the frog as the stranger woke and spoke. She shuffled her paws, tongue rolling slowly, shyly, along her jowls. Sorry, she responded, grimacing and looking quite sheepish. I didn't see you sleeping there until it was too late. I, uh. . .

She took a couple of steps back, head cocked. I could. . .catch you a snack to make up for it? Preeti offered, shrugging. It wouldn't be too much trouble, she thought (famous last words). Besides, it looked as if the young woman was just as taken aback by her own sharp tongue, and now the two of them found themselves in an awkward little dance.

The least she could do was try to alleviate the tension.