What's the word?

She was as attentive listening to him a he had been for her! She captivated him with her bright emerald eyes as she commented on the plant with him and praised his knowledge. Ollie wisked his tail back and forth and tucked his chin in somewhat bashfully. He hadn't yet told her about the peppery taste it could add to meals, of how it s flowers could anywhere from white to red... but when she started talking about her knowledge of knives he got excited! He'd never fuoght with a knife!

His brows furrowed then, acutely in the negative, he did not agree with her brutish sentiment.

"I hardly see that as brutish. No! You're..." A bloom of pink made its way up to the skin behind his pale white fur. Several words sprang into his mind suddenly but none of them were appropriate for the conversation or company, "... Insightful and resourceful!" He finished with aplomb. Trying not to tie his legs into knots as he shifted his pose to pull an arm back. He was not used to this feeling in his face, hot and uncomfortable. Making his toes itch for movement.

"Maybe you can show me a few of your moves with those knives!" He suggested, holding the yarrow close to his chest. Before they sparred he would put it away at his market stall.


"Speech"