Do You Come Here Often?

She seriously loved that her teasing was amusing to the Peregrine woman. Finally someone with a similar sense of humor. That was rare, and usually she was left disappointed when a joke fell flat or worse, offended somebody. She didn't feel bad for offending them, of course. She just resented the fact that nobody seemed to get the joke. But this girl. This girl was on the same wavelength as she was, and she was really, really enjoying it. Her response about moonlit nights and firelit dinners was enough to rouse a genuine laugh from the dark woman. And her laugh was quite pleasant to listen to really; it was one of the only times her voice seemed to approach the average female range. Any other time, it settled into a lower and gruffer tone that was closer to baritone than alto. She sighed happily as she came down from her little burst of laughter. "Aww, damn," she chuckled. "Guess I'll have to cross those off my list of ideas, huh?"

After this Ricochet listened closely to hear the kinds of interesting things Peregrine did. It sounded like she did a lot of traveling and exploring, dealing in wealth and riches beyond the average imagination. Of course, it kind of sounded like a load of shit, but Ricochet really wanted to believe it. It sounded exciting. Exciting was what she craved. She picked up the pace so that she was walking side by side with the woman, and met her eyes with an almost hopeful smile. "You serious?" she asked, tail swaying eagerly as her eyes shone with interest again. But she didn't want to look like a sucker, either, so she reined in her enthusiasm a bit. Even if Peregrine was serious about the kind of adventure her life entailed, what made the brute thing she'd want her tagging along?

"That sounds pretty cool," she admitted, throwing in a casual shrug to protect her pride. But, wow. Peregrine had just won herself a compliment. Those were pretty damn hard to come by.