Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

He gasps a laugh when a bemused Kirain corrects him. He’s glad she’s back to laughing too, the weirdness of the moment passing quickly. But Bushtit is even gladder that he won’t have to jam any sticks and/or leaves into unmentionable places.

Oookay, that makes way more sense, he acknowledges with an amused huff. Would you happen to have any of those things lying around? I don’t want to dip into your stash, though if you could show me what they look like, I can try to find some on my own.

He pockets her suggestion to cease his activities. Bushtit hasn’t gotten laid in a couple of weeks, though that’s only because he hasn’t had the opportunity. And if one presents itself, well, he’s not sure he’s very good with self-control…

This conversation just reminded me of something, he says abruptly. Do you and Solenya like parties?