Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

Bushtit snorted through his nose. Soto was strange, wasn’t he? He liked the guy, but he could easily admit that much. The deeper insinuation went over his young head entirely.

Haven’t met him, he said about Leandros. And, hey, I’m glad you guys are here and it was cool meeting you, but I actually have to go grab something to eat. It’s for my mom, Towhee, in case you’ve met her. And Soto’s my dad, actually, he tacked on, because it actually seemed relevant now. ¡Adios!