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Niamh joined right in with her own song and dance. Towhee couldn't possibly read her lips with all their movement, though she caught many of the signs and laughed loudly at their lewdness. They were a couple of hams, dancing there beside the caldera, likely to the utter embarrassment of everyone who shared their homeland. Towhee didn't give a single fuck, simply enjoying their mutual ridiculosity.

Towhee wasn't exactly a spring chicken, despite her immaturity, and soon collapsed in a tired (but not sweaty) heap. -"I love you, Niamh,"- she panted, apropos of nothing, tacking on a laughing-but-dead-serious, -"no homo,"- before rolling over onto her back with a contented sigh.