Redhawk Caldera Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake.

-“Maybe later,”- Towhee replied, one corner of her mouth twitching upward in the tiniest of cheeky smirks.

But it was getting properly dark now, which was not the right time to dive into learning a sign language. Towhee would rather try to teach him when she wasn’t in such a dumpy mood anyway. She wouldn’t be able to focus the way Cinar needed and deserved.

How are you at patrols? she asked. I’d like to do one before I call it a night. You’re welcome to join me.