The pita bread was kind of stiff. [Enough that it'd give a poor, undeserving, and very real pigeon a horrid concussion.

But her anger isn't so righteous that she can deny the warming effects of a good old fashioned nuzzle. It's horrible and oddly introverted of her but she does prefer being alone with him to all of this fuss.] Yes, we could just put her in a cage and make her watch everything go by. We'd only have to put up with the silly cooing every so often.

[Birds can't scream, right? Probably. ]