Flapjack shakes his head, and chirps a few times, conversationally, and Hunter nods as the bird pauses, bringing his wing up to his beak like he's scratching his chin, and then tweets again.
"...he says he remembers waking up, and meeting the person who carved him, but that was... a really long time ago," Hunter translates. "That... maybe being carved is what being hatched from an egg feels like."
Taylor has to press her lips thin for a moment, because the little chin-scratch is too cute. Bird please.
"Well, afraid I don't have a- don't have a good frame of reference for that, either." She does have to pause, a flicker of memory needing squished, but she shakes it off and smiles. "Thought I'd ask, though."
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"Flapjack... do you remember being carved?"
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"...he says he remembers waking up, and meeting the person who carved him, but that was... a really long time ago," Hunter translates. "That... maybe being carved is what being hatched from an egg feels like."
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"Well, afraid I don't have a- don't have a good frame of reference for that, either." She does have to pause, a flicker of memory needing squished, but she shakes it off and smiles. "Thought I'd ask, though."
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