A Tree in the Park, Monday Afternoon

[batwaffles]

Oh, come on, like anyone could have predicted this coming? Stephanie would argue incredibly vigorously that this would've been impossible to predict, except it was a little hard to argue in human language at the moment

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[hoorayimrich]

She was just soooo lucky that Tony was walking to the abandoned warehouse district. For no reason in particular. At all.

Shhhh.

He paused to check out his breath in the air. Like the mature person he was. Did the ice age always have birds like that? "Hey."

You know. In case it was a person. MR. ROGERS.

[batwaffles]

Well, she was too a person! Usually.

She flew down from the branch and tried to hover in front of -- wait, she couldn't hover, could she? So don't mind that totally ungraceful dip-and-swoop thing she did before looping around him and back up onto a nearby branch.

And chirping furiously. Hello? Wasn't it obvious who she was?

[hoorayimrich]

A very uncoordinated bird?

LOOK, TONY WAS SPECIAL, OKAY? "Whoa, no need to get angry!"

[batwaffles]

She wasn't angry! She was -- chirping a lot, okay, but how else was she supposed to convey anything?

With the birdy equivalent of a sigh, she fluttered her wings a little, tilted her head, and looked at him sort of apologetically.