Northstar Vale Steampunk dogfight.

She would give him, like, ten out of ten points for sentimentality but maybe two out of ten for creativity. Towhee smirked fondly at his suggestion. She pretended to lean away from Maxim’s attempt to ruffle her fur, though she quickly snapped back and happily permitted it. She reached to nibble at whatever part of him she could reach.

What if we gave it a name in your native language instead? Towhee thought aloud, slanting her muzzle to catch his eye. I think we meant to give the kids middle names in it—oops!—but here’s our chance to give a nod to your history, yeah?