“Whirlwind is very talkative over a game of cards.” Handy deadpanned. The doe was visibly squirming now, her ears splayed back against her head, rubbing one foreleg against the other and looking like she really regretted starting this conversation. Not that Handy cared. If anything, he was enjoying watching her brought low. “So, if thou art so concerned for his sake out of unrequited love, why don’t you go tell him? Better yet, why not go with him. Make a day trip out of it. Eve—”