Moonspear My favorite wine is tequila.

Meerkat's snort made Toad stifle a chuckle, struggling to contain herself as the girl cleared her throat. Her eyes were bright and cheery despite the dark clouds looming over them. The young lady was a ray of sunshine in this gloomy season of rain. She was unspoiled from the toils of life and quite easy to be around. Toad smiled.

Evidently Meerkat had been looking for her. Oh? Go for it! She wasn't sure what she might have in store for her. Perhaps Kukutux or Jarilo had told her that she was a lover of stories, and wanted to know about one. Toad tilted her head a bit as the girl paused.

She was not ready for what followed.
She almost laughed, but instead made a face halfway between laughter and a sneer. Catching herself, she shuffled her paws a bit and swallowed, returning a small smile. I don't, she said simply. Meerkat was only a child, so Toad knew she was likely just curious. Why the girl wanted to seek her out just to ask that was the weird bit. You were looking for me just to ask me that?