Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

That was more backstory than he’d anticipated. Finley blinked as he processed the details, wondering if she would elaborate about this difference of opinion. When she brought them back around to the present, he assumed she didn’t want to share, which was fair. They were hardly more than strangers at this point.

Well… he said after a moment, drawing out the word for several seconds. Talking is great but you know what’s even more fun? With Finley, the answer was almost always going to be “getting laid.” But after Jawahir and then Meerkat, he wasn’t actually in the mood. Opossum was pretty and he might get there but right now, he had something else on his mind.

Napping, he declared after a moment of anticipatory silence, suddenly tumbling to the ground and rolling around in the soft grass beneath the willows. The answer is napping. He wriggled, enjoying the ticklish sensation on his striped spine.

After a moment of this, he rolled onto his side and propped his weight on one stockinged elbow. Or eating. I could eat. How ‘bout you, Poss?