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[morethanseeing]

[Mag is sitting on the edge of her mattress in Dee's apartment, facing the window. On the ledge sits a small mockingbird, perched so that he faces Mag. With a low male voice, the bird begins to sing:]

Green finch and linnet bird

Comments

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

You wouldn't happen t'know any good pub songs, would you?

Aileas...

Only I've been dyin' t'hear the one about--

Aileas. My apologies, Miss... Ah, I don't believe we've spoken before.

All the more reason t'ask about the pub songs, if you ask me.

[morethanseeing]

[Mag chuckles] I might know a couple, though I'm not sure how well I remember the words.

Certainly not from going to any pubs, she doesn't.

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

[Aileas does her level best to look completely innocent.]

Oh, aye, an' we've never stepped foot or paw in one ourselves. 'Course not.

[Meanwhile, Scotty's just facepalming in the background.]

[morethanseeing]

[Mag chuckles] Of course you haven't. I'm sure you're both very innocent of any pub-visiting.

What kind of pub songs are you looking for?

[movinghair]

That was beautiful.

[morethanseeing]

[The bird chirps happily.] Why thank you. You're very sweet.

[movinghair]

No, I'm not. I just enjoyed your singing. You're very good at it.

[morethanseeing]

[The bird takes another little bow, chest puffing out proudly, extending one wing this time] Why thank you. I do try to practice daily, if I can.

[touchedbyasaint]

That's lovely, Mag.

[morethanseeing]

Thank you! Though you should really thank Wagner, since he's the singer.

[The bird perches on Mag's shoulder and does another little bow.]

[touchedbyasaint]

Thank you for the lovely performance, Wagner.

[morethanseeing]

[Wagner tweets happily] You're very welcome, Miss Daae.

[invasiondenied]

You're both awfully talented.

[morethanseeing]

Thank you, Ryo. You're very sweet.