Moonspear peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

"Yeah!" Osiris agreed, relishing in his small victory. "Just maybe!" He had the benefit of size and weight—both of which Vega lacked in comparison. Once her fur was sufficiently tousled, he let her go with a sly grin, satisfied with how he had distracted her. 

Vega then spoke of the fireflies, and Osiris thought of his night with Leta. "Yeah, Leta said they're like... stars—" he paused abruptly, realizing that he had spilled the beans. His expression twisted in disbelief; had it not been for his over-the-top reaction, he may have somehow been able to recover from the fumble. Somehow, despite receiving a noogie, Vega had bested him. 

"I mean, I...!" Osiris' voice hitched, and he buried his face in his forearms. "Dang it!" he cursed, his face growing hot; he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep the secret to himself for long.