Redhawk Caldera Paul is dead.

For a beat, Towhee thought he'd bypassed the opportunity for a tawdry joke. Then he both surprised and delighted her with his seemingly offhanded comment. She snorted, shooting him a sideways glance. Judging by his expression, he hadn't even meant that as a joke. She laughed again, harder, the sound an off-key bray.

-"I think it's the other way around,"- she quipped in reply, then considered what he might've meant if he was actually being serious and not simply playing the deadpan card. -"Why is it bad if they're wet?"- Towhee queried, well aware it might be a stupid question. But she wasn't afraid of looking like an idiot, not if she learned something that would help her possible hunting career.