Firefly Glen We should all wear polka dots.

He appeared in front of her not long after Towhee finished her drink, halting just on the other side of the stream. Her eyes raised first, then she carefully pushed herself back up into a seated position. Her lips twitched at his comment.

-“Don’t worry, it’s not me who needs help,”- she said in the hopes of smoothing that wrinkle of concern on his forehead. Towhee paused before asking, apropos of nothing, -“You’re not hungry right now, are you?”-