Moonspear feeling so good right now till we crash and burn somehow.

Another laugh rumbled from his chest. He leaned over to nip at her ear for that one, though he had nothing to say to dispute it. She'd won that round, but he resolved to best her at their next verbal spar. The thought that they'd get to have another warmed him. He hoped to have several hundred more. And he would absolutely be keeping score every time.

He shifted then to start brushing more of the flower petals off of her shoulders and back. Mostly just because he wanted to touch her more. He paused at her comment, his ears perking as he grinned.

"You would rather go hunt birds than eat the frog I caught for you?" he replied in mock offense, "You know, you're really starting to make me feel like you don't appreciate your gift." He glanced around then, searching for the frog where he'd tossed it the night before. He didn't see it anywhere. "The gift which seems to have inexplicably disappeared..." he frowned, "...which is a little alarming."