Phantom Hollow sweet potato pie

Quite suddenly, and sheepishly, Smokestep recoiled at the singular word that fell from his present company's mouth. The white fellow had been trying to sleep, he though with a small frown. But, in here? The corsair cast his gaze to their surroundings and then frowned deeply. “Wot? This ain't a rightful place ta sleep, mate,” he said with a shake of his head. Smokestep didn't believe that he would be safe tucked up against the three for the rest of the night. There were kooks roaming about and he was sure to be found!

“Ye ever been ta the coast, mate?” he then inquired with a spark of passion behind his gaze. While he did not ever feel at home in the woodland that dominated most of their territories, he knew true peace on the edges of the water.