Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. Can’t argue with that logic, he said, and he meant it. There wasn’t much you could say to someone who’d casually dropped that she might be pregnant and seemed more amused than worried about it.
When Towhee sprawled in the grass and gave him that mischievous look, he raised a brow but didn’t think twice. Yes, ma’am, he said, dry but good-natured, and sank down beside her. The ground was warm from the fading sun, and he let some of the tension slide from his shoulders as he stretched out on his side.
He glanced at her, almond eyes catching in the low light. Alright then, he said, voice easy, what do you want to know? My family? My favorite color? Favorite meat?
A faint grin tugged at his mouth.