Fireflies don't taste good

Rudy glanced at seeing Gwynn appear, offering her his best roguish grin, “Still alive.  Haven’t even injured myself recently.” He hadn’t had enough energy to be out long enough to find trouble but he wouldn’t add that little side joke in.  Some might take that seriously coming from him.

Rudy nodded his head to the fireflies all about, “So, do you know what they are? Are they just funny’sh fireflies or some other bug that does that.”  Another one came over his direction and this time he just swatted at it with a paw, sending it harmlessly skittering over the paw then back to its chaotic flight in the air.  “It seems kinda weird don’t ya think?”  It was a better subject than admitting how frustrated he was with the impatience to be back to normal.  He didn’t bother mentioning the moon, they could both see it and maybe it was just some weird trick of clouds, they could do some funny things at times.

“Oh, careful talking.  They taste disgusting if one flies in.”  He doubted Gwyn would bite it but thinking on it Rudy imagined one very well could fly into their mouths with how little they seemed to care what they flew around.

Rudyard Carpathius