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The chagrined look on her daughter's face made Towhee squint speculatively, her eyes training on Fennec's lips as she explained, "It wasn't exactly... good." She slowly sucked a breath into her lungs, her curiosity absolutely piquing, especially when Fen made it sound like she'd given Bronco an ultimatum. Oh no. She had so many questions. She'd told herself she wouldn't pry but then Fennec wanted to know her opinion.

Her mouth opened, then closed. She wanted to tell Fen what she really thought but what if she upset her all over again? What if she ruined this tentative peace between them after mere minutes? Towhee recoiled at the thought, though she also hated the idea of sugarcoating anything. She was pretty sure Fennec in particular wouldn't appreciate that.

"I'm going to speak frankly," she said slowly, "but take what I say with a grain of salt, because I don't know any of the context about what's happened to Bronco." She paused. "You're both great and I honestly love the idea of you two together. Everything seemed pretty peachy before he left." Towhee paused again. "But he's not the same, is he? It's not the same."