Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

Fig could only quirk a brow at Fennec as she explained her suspicions. He supposed it made sense, in a way. A small way. Not really. But in any event, he wasn't going to argue the paint further with her. She had her mind set, clearly. He knew better than to expend too much energy trying to change it. So, he just shook his head and smiled.

He shrugged away from her nip, which landed closer to his neck than his ear and rolled his eyes. "I'm sure if it's something that ground breaking, we'll find out about it eventually," Fig reasoned, eyeing her sweet face suspiciously, "But if it makes you feel better... Still no." He reached up a paw then to rub the top of her head, grinning.