“I think we should just find somewhere safe” she replied “and stay there until someone comes and gets us. Surely they must have noticed we were gone by now right?”"Why should I waste breathe on flavorless utterances when there's so much grandeur squirreled away in the human language?" The comic irony in that was his entire lack of a respiratory system. Or any bodily organ, to be honest.
Sphagnum was pleasantly surprised he'd already managed to get her riled, but he was also tuned into the exhausted undertones that spoke of her extremely low tolerance level. If he did continue on in pursuit of her goat, she might just be liable to leave.
And that would be simply unacceptable. Sphagnum didn't just lose children.
Sphagnum began disengaging from the tree in his characteristic inchmeal manner that was somehow both hurried and lingering. "What, do you suppose, should be our next course of action? Any particular desires or discomforts? You speak of this tiredness."