"Mm-hmm," she responded in more of a purr but she hadn't really thought about doing it on purpose. It just sort of happened. Phoenix closed her eyes, rather comfortable here. Nothing was going to be expected of her... Just words. Words she had plenty of.
"Reports of both really. One watch is at high speed, the other at slow. Ticks become tocks and tocks, tacks. Whatever a tack is in Timeland." What was a tack? She really wanted to know now. Was a tack the clicking of a tongue (which she did at that moment, trying to catch the sound) or the sound of a tick slowing down? Hm.