Lake Bismuth I’m shipping up to Boston.

I’ve been there before, Towhee rejoined. It’s a nice place, kudos on claiming it.

She paused, looking thoughtfully at Bushtit and trying to read his expression. He looked attentive, as usual, but he gave her no outward indication of his feelings re: visiting the oasis. He probably had no idea what that word meant. Towhee swallowed a laugh.

Facing Samirseti again, she said, Thanks for the invite, though I doubt the two of us would fit in with your… She flicked a paw. High society standards. We’re more the chaotic and meandering types. Aren’t we?

Towhee had to bite back another laugh as Bushtit’s face scrunched. He looked baffled, yet he eventually nodded as if in agreement. Good boy, she thought with a little huff through her nostrils.

We’ll leave you to your peace and prosperity and whatnot. We’re gonna go kill and eat something. Take care, Pharaoh.