Cold Shoulder [Pesto]

Pestilence ignored his question, unwilling to get into exactly what was bothering her and much more willing to focus on his own stupid problems. It wasn't often she had enough emotions to require an outlet, but here the opportunity was and it was just too frustrating of a topic to ignore. The owl, that stupid creature that her uncle genuinely thought was his reborn wife. Spirituality sickened her, and while usually she was happy to pretend for his sake today was not one of those days. "She's probably out fucking another owl, making eggs, doing owl things." Exasperation was thick in her tone, her lips curling in disgust. "But don't worry uncle, I'll bet that when she's done she'll come back to you and manipulate you into thinking the baby chicks are yours, too. Congratulations, papa." Her paw moved to clap him on the shoulder to really sell the congratulations.