Heron Lake Plateau The still, cold world.

She had to stop trying to pick her own nose in order to concentrate on his words. She couldn't hear his tone, of course, but Towhee was hell'a good at reading body language. And Phox's had gone very weird at some point in the last minute. Totally oblivious, Towhee squinted suspiciously.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes as he suddenly brought up his waifu, Towhee quipped wryly, "Aww, you mean your little wifey caught a Phox," complete with obnoxious, sloppy kissy faces.

Without giving Phox much of a chance to react to that, Towhee socked him square in the shoulder and then darted past him. "Towhee Redhawk: 1, Phox Redhawk: 0!" She then ran off as quickly as her bum leg allowed, presumably to try catching up with those other newbies she hadn't met yet, all the while wondering if Phox had picked up on the significance of what she'd just said.