Phantom Hollow And still, as he looked, he lived

Darcy tutted in irritation the second the vole began speaking to her in his squeaky little voice. "Don't talk to me," she complained. "Now I can't eat you--it would just feel wrong." She sighed, sitting down, and shaking her head. Her eyes drifted over to the home he had just mentioned, and she studied it with a tilted head, as if she were, in any way, a good judge for water vole homes. "It looks... cool, I guess?" she conceded, unsure of what the vole wanted her to say, if anything. "Dunno why you'd pick this creepy place to set up shop, though."