Northstar Vale Cute without the E.

This time, his reaction was a bit anticlimactic. Towhee raised her brows, wondering why Jack didn’t express any outrage at the gross mental picture she’d just painted for him. Maybe she’d used too many slang words and he had no idea what she’d just told him… but no, the look on his face was clearly skepticism. That delighted her for reasons unknown, as did Jack’s insistence that she strike some sort of trade.

What exactly do you think I should trade h—hol’ up. You don’t mean trade with Germanicus, you want me to trade him in toward baby sibs? Towhee laughed, loudly. I’ll take it under consideration, she said, angling for serious, though her dancing eyes gave her away.

Check that out, Towhee said a few moments later, pointing at the body of water ahead with a large rock in the middle. It kind of reminds me of a place I used to live, only the island there was more of… well, an island, and not just a boulder. It was called The Roost. Your Aunt Orca and my friend, X, are actually buried there.