Heron Lake Plateau is meatball an fruit

Tegan offered a few last words before Quixote's final decision. Bat went rigid, toes crossed, breath held. Not only did he accept her, he welcomed her to come meet her aunt and cousins right away. Her breath whooshed out of her but, strangely, she felt like she was full of nothing but air. Her insides felt buoyant, her bones spongy. She sort of wanted to ooze to the ground in a puddle of relief, though she checked herself. Bat couldn't be a slug here. She needed to contribute. This was a totally fresh start—nobody here even knew about her lazy sloth days of yore, even Tegan—and, besides, she was genuinely interested in earning a living as a scout.

After a long pause where Bat absorbed her acceptance as well as processed a few other thoughts (see immediately previous paragraph), she finally opened her mouth to say, "Thanks, Uncle Quixote. Can I call you that?" After awaiting that answer, Bat—Rory, now, really—bobbed her head so eagerly than her ears flip-flopped. "Yeah, I'd love to meet Aunt Raven and my cousins!" She would just never mind the image of Dacio's face that popped briefly into her head.

Figured one of ya could fade for us? :)