This is what I brought you this you can keep

He didn't know why, but he was nervous. What if she didn't show up? Would it be as simple as being out of range of his call or something worse, like she changed her mind? What if she had second thoughts about everything he had told her? Despite their mothers living a similar lifestyle, he couldn't expect their children to have the same outlook. His paw anxiously tapped on the blanket as he waited, a heavy sigh of relief leaving his lungs once her familiar dark form would break through the trees and soon close the distance between them. His silver gaze followed to the pillows that had been dropped at his side, one from his sister and the other from her familiar opossum friend. The scent from them wafted up towards his nostrils, a pleasant smell that he wanted to investigate further but she broke his thoughts with words.

He really could have asked the same of her, the pillows certainly being a surprise. While he was getting her a picnic ready, had she been working on these pillows as a gift to him? What had he done to deserve such a fine gift? "A picnic, for you. You were so kind to me the other night." He smiled at her, looking away from the pillow finally and searching for her mismatched gaze. "These pillows smell so nice, what did you use to make them?" He asked as he reached for the top one, burying his nose in it and absorbing the scent.

"Speech."