Sun Mote Copse Be Bahia.

Oh no. Had she said something wrong? Weejay was flustered as Towhee grappled with the word she had given belatedly. She felt stupid and wished she could take it back the moment it left her mouth. Thankfully, Towhee's response - particularly the Fuckface Magoo portion of it - had Weejay trying not to giggle.

She wasn't going to use that sobriquet - for many reasons - but it had the intended effect of lifting the mood a bit. Weejay's eyes lifted as Towhee's muzzle wrinkled, curious as to what Towhee had on the agenda.

Oh. Sparring.

Weejay visibly quailed. She was not a fighter. She would never be a fighter. Elfie had always won any time they play-fought, and Weejay half of the time had let him, because her heart wasn't in being physical. Trying not to look too deflated, Weejay very delicately responded with this eloquent gem: "Umm.. Okay." She wasn't sure about sparring, but she liked going to the borders - especially since Eljay didn't like her to stray too much. Maybe they could see some new ferns while they were out, or if Weejay was lucky, something would come up and they wouldn't have to spar after all!