[Well, fine if she wants to have it her way. He drops into the seat across from her, making an exaggerated point of brushing a couple stray downy feathers from the tabletop in the process.
What is this, some kind of wheat beer mixture? He squints at it. He doesn't recognize the label. Something Wonderland-exclusive, no doubt.
Fuck it. He likes it. It's good. He glances back at the bird.]
Well it's gonna die one way or the other at some point. Chickens don't live very long. [Pause.] ...Right?
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What is this, some kind of wheat beer mixture? He squints at it. He doesn't recognize the label. Something Wonderland-exclusive, no doubt.
Fuck it. He likes it. It's good. He glances back at the bird.]
Well it's gonna die one way or the other at some point. Chickens don't live very long. [Pause.] ...Right?