The Heartwood decorate this silence

When he started talking about his dick, Cyclone couldn't help herself. She was belly laughing again, struggling to keep herself on all four feet for a few seconds there. She managed to regain some semblance of composure just in time for another one of his practice pick-up lines. This was just practice, right? Oh gawd, she said, faux gagging. You really are a lost cause, aren't you? Of course, she said all this in good fun. Clearly she didn't hate him.

Name's Cyclone, though. Out here trying to decide if you're worthy enough to be part of the crew. So far, you're passing with flying colors. With those last two words out of her mouth, a thoughtful look passed over her face. Say, 'flying colors' wouldn't be a half-bad name for a band of free-loving hippies, would it? But, after a moment had passed, she shook her head. Nah, doesn't have the right ring to it.