Sun Mote Copse Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Penn's frown deepened at her response. He normally would've enjoyed it, but he was looking for her to at least somewhat agree that Bronco was a dick. Maybe mention she didn't know why she hung out with him. Maybe admit that she only did it to make him jealous and all she really wanted was to spend time with him.

Y'know. Give a guy something.

But no, she didn't go there. She just called him a jack ass (which was fine) and wondered aloud why the two of them didn't get along. Penn rolled his eyes, briefly wondering why he was wasting his time on this conversation when his parents had just fucking died, but finding himself unable to pull his focus. "Because he's a moron," Penn answered, "He's a giant, muscle-y idiot without a brain in his stupid idiot head. I mean, come on, fart jokes?? I'm amazed he's able to communicate with more than grunts and gestures. God forbid he use any sort of intelligence to be funny. But of course, that's setting way too high of expectations to that monosyllabic... behemoth." 

Penn spoke the last word with venom that didn't really befit the word itself. I mean... Behemoths are cool, so yeah. But Penn was livid, and that made it hard to think of the more clever insults he liked to think he was known for. But anyway, rant over, he looked again at Fennec, his eyes softening slightly as he added in a fumbling, hesitant, still angry manner, "You shouldn't... waste your time on him."