Sun Mote Copse Dance of the sugar plum fairy.

Penn smirked at Towhee's taunts. Not because he was amused by her words, but because she sounded stupid and he found it funny. It was cruel of him to laugh at the expense of the disabled, but he was young and he had yet to be slapped across the face for it. Perhaps this would be that moment. We can only hope.

His dick-ish sense of humor aside, her words did get his blood boiling. Not in an angry way, but in an eager, aggressive kind of way. Like when two drunk guys are getting in each others' faces in a bar because one bumped into the other's elbow and one shouts come at me, bro! (it totally happens). With a toothy grin and a loud snarl, he flung himself at Towhee before she'd even finished the word bitch, hoping to take her by surprise and allow him to wrap his teeth around her muzzle (or some part of her in thereabouts region).