in the Market for a friend

She watched him look through the things on display, and then explained that he would take some time. She let out a surprised breath as his bird suddenly landed on her back. She didn’t remember giving him an invitation. She eyed the bird speculative for a moment, and giggled as he squawked ‘stupid’ oh. Oh man. She wondered what would have happened if the bird had yelled the other word. She glanced back over at Basilisk, and felt her eyelid start to twitch. No. No, she didn’t want to encourage the bird. As hilarious as it would be to watch Basilisk bodyslam Beru, he might withhold his kisses later for it.

She marched a few steps away from the bird and looked sternly at the Raven. “Now, you have two words you love, right? You know what Beru loves. Beru loves it when you squark the other word at him. You know the one I mean, right? I bet he’d give you the tastiest portions of his meal if you squawked that word at hi-- Oh, Hi Beru” She said, flushing as he returned to her side, his own expression sheepish. She didn’t think he’d caught what she said, but she eyed him just to be sure. “Food? Yeah, we can do food. Uhhhm, there was dried meat a few stores back.” On the bright side, she was far too distracted to see what Beru was doing with the odd bits he’d purchased.


"Kyanite Fatalis"