Heron Lake Plateau orange spaghetti sauce

Having had some time to hash out her feelings for @Tegan (with and without outside help) had made it a little easier to be around him and behave more or less normally. Tonight had been hard though: when he'd flopped down to sleep, his forelegs spread to accommodate her, every last drop of Bat's blood had gone molten at the sight. She had cuddled up beside him, trying to play it cool despite her quivering heart and loins, and pretended to sleep until she was sure he'd slipped into dreams. Then Bat carefully extricated herself, staring down at him for a long beat—her eyes may as well have been shining stars right then—before slithering off into the night to catch her breath.

She was sitting alone on one of the plateau's many ledges, staring off across the moonlit wilderness and fighting drowsiness, when someone unexpectedly called for her. Blinking herself awake, Bat took to her feet again, realizing as she went that it was Phox who'd called for her. It was a clear night, with a nearly full moon and a sky strewn with stars. Maybe that's why he was calling her?

She found him and seated herself nearby, raising a paw to rub lingering sleepiness from her eyes. Suppressing the urge to make a joke about a late night booty call, Bat quipped instead, "We gonna chill with that particularly bright dead guy tonight?" Only after the words left her mouth did she realize how classless that sounded, given their last conversation. Aw, fuck.