Sleepy Fox Hollow Just long enough to overthink.

Etienne found their banter grosly calming. And he wondered at his own sanity not for the thousandth time.

Etienne stared at him and then laughed. A lilting lyrical sound that matched his voice and language.

If Anselm only knew what that meant. He probably wouldn't like it so much. But he had gotten him to laugh. He would settle to the ground woth a sigh and a soft grumble.