Moonstone Quarry For of sugar and ice, I am made

Although his stutter made it difficult for Towhee to catch every word, she caught enough to find him both curious and strangely endearing. That he thought he’d somehow offended her was absurd enough that it tugged a snort through her nose. Her orange eyes danced with good humor.

Look, if your feet are anything like your tongue, you’re gonna trip and fall and die, Mac, Towhee pointed out. There are plenty of pretty rocks around that don’t require climbing down into a pit of doom, you know? I mean, you look like a grown man who can make his own judgment calls but something tells me you’re not the type to yell ‘YOLO!’