Moonspear My favorite wine is tequila.

The girl seemed almost overjoyed by Toad's response. Her energy was infectious, and Toad couldn't help but smile as the idea that she knew some stories was mentioned. From when she had first learned to speak, the lover of lore had always liked sharing the pieces of history that her mother and Robin had told her. She'd also seen many places on her brief travels around the Wilds, and though she didn't have much in the way of excitement, she could very easily spin those experiences into delightful tales.

An idea!
Oooooh that sounds fantastic! The youth in her made her want to spin, she was that excited at the prospect. Because she was new, she hadn't yet participated in a group hunt, and being able to share this with the girl and her brother made her very happy. Her tail wagged furiously behind her; the wind it generated was audible.

Yes yes! Let's do it! She bounced up and down on her front, as if the ground in front of her was a trampoline. Gone was her hesitation at being paired with Bronco. It was easily replaced by the prospect of a hunt and sharing lore after. Toad didn't realize the girl was plotting to use this as an excuse for an odd little date, but it wouldn't have mattered.