Great Bear Wilderness i am the clown with the tear-away face.

Finley peered at him as he babbled on about balls and testes and faces, wondering vaguely what this had to do with anything. She did begin to giggle when he mentioned tripping balls, for this somehow struck her as humorous even though it was said with the most serious tone.

"Your BUTT," Fin responded immediately when asked what she'd had to eat. She erupted into a fit of laughter that nearly caused her to fall over, but she somehow managed to stay up right as it passed. The Blackthorn planted herself upon her haunches, giving Peregrine her sweetest, most innocent face as she gestured with a paw towards the mushrooms.

"They tasted like your butt," Fin said matter-of-factly, smiling coyly as she attempted to surpress another round of giggling. And then, quite abruptly, her mood changed to utter seriousness, her eyes widening again. "I feel like... air..." she informed him, canting her head slightly, "It isn't right, butt. It isn't right." Peregrine's name apparently now was Butt.

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