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[winged_defender]

Parrot, zooming all over the bar at high velocity. She's not being especially destructive tonight, but she is rather more hyper than usual - after the events of two nights ago, she's stuffed back in a body that still feels a bit too small.

Despite the ADD, it's probably possible to flag her down.

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[veryvorkosigan]

Cordelia isn't flagging her down, but that's mostly because she hasn't noticed her yet. She's only just entered, and is standing just inside the doorway, looking about a little tensely.

[winged_defender]

...Hey, there's the lady she was looking for the other night.

Peach does a fancy aerial maneuver that looks like braking to a sudden halt in midair, just in front of Cordelia's face, and drops onto a chair next to her.

[veryvorkosigan]

Cordelia starts slightly, but recovers and nods to the bird in greeting.

"Hello, Picchu. Any news?"

[winged_defender]

That gets a squawk of laughter.

You'd think people would notice a giant freaking hurricane of darkness raging outside the bar. Mortals.

"You haven't heard?"

[holy_oats]

Oats does not squeak as she zips by overhead.

He does, however, duck.

And glance around irritably for the thing's owner.

[winged_defender]

HA HA HA. Like Tom and Carl would help.

Peach, however, is a considerate bird, and when she swoops back around in Oats' direction she provides a helpful warning by imitating the sound made by one of those beepy carts that they drive around in airports.

Well, kind of like that. Except louder. And more annoying.

[holy_oats]

Oats yelps.

And ducks.

Indignant: "Do you mind?"

[winged_defender]

Peach does a barrel roll.

"Not usually." The voice is gleeful.