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

Harsh words.  She was cool with that, because Fennec was a firm believer in not pulling punches and saying what you felt.  He isn't that bad, she said, with a snort.  But then the conversation meant she did, indeed, have to throw him a bone.  Because there was a reason she came looking for him even outside what had happened.  She tended to always come looking for him when she needed distraction.

He isn't as cool as you, sure, but he isn't a moron.  And you're no genius, what the fuck.  Monosyllabic behemoth, are you kidding me?  She laughed, honest to god laughed, and it felt good.