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[winged_defender]

Here's someone who hasn't been around in a while: Peach has somehow managed to make a stealthy entrance and is perched at a table in a shadowy corner, happily demolishing one of the chairs.

Also occasionally making car alarm noises. She's really not very good at the whole 'stealthy' thing.

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[shining_mercury]

There is, as it happens, a completely ordinary Japanese schoolgirl in the vicinity. She has a mountain of medical textbooks, a pair of enchanted reading glasses, and by the way is absolutely not secretly a superhero who used to live on the Moon defending her princess.

At the first incidence of car alarm noises, she starts.

"Oh--"

She glances at Peach over her glasses, then slides them up her nose and glances a little more.

I've never heard a bird make a sound like *that* before.

[winged_defender]

What a coincidence. Did I mention the parrot is totally not any sort of avatar for a transcendent god/angel entity from before the dawn of Time? Good.

She's noticed her audience, but doesn't say anything - just spits out a beakful of wood splinters in the schoolgirl's direction and then resumes the car alarm noises with renewed enthusiasm.

[shining_mercury]

Ami eyes the property damage with concern.

Somebody ought to do something about that!

"Er ... excuse me?"

Around here, it seems like a good idea to assume that all unusual animals are sentient.

"Are you all right?"

[winged_defender]

People who worry about property damage are so quaint, thinks Peach.

They usually don't last long around her.

"Me? I'm dandy." And she looks it, too, considering the obvious relish with which she's attacking the chair.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary's eyes are wide.

She's not sure that people are supposed to take the chairs apart. On the other hand, Mary's never been much for taking birds to task for wrongdoing. (People, of course, are an entirely different story.)

"Is it," she offers, eventually, "because you are hungry?"

[winged_defender]

What a thoughtful question!

"No," Peach says cheerfully through a mouthful of splinters, looking up, "but if you're offering free food, I'm sure not gonna say no."

[mmquitecontrary]

"I can get you what you should like," Mary agrees, eyeing the remains of the chair, "and it is likely better than biting the chair anyways - you might hurt yourself. It is very sharp."

She doesn't mention Security, because honestly, Security could hardly handle a boxing kangaroo. And the bird has wings.

[winged_defender]

Mary's a smart girl.

"Oh, I'm used to it," says Peach, spitting out a chunk of wood onto the floor. "But a snack'd be nice. Pick out something you like, anything without splinters."

[iustus_rex]

Well, Talking Animals he knows.

Screeching animals who double as one-bird demolition teams are a bit rarer, really.

Edmund is watching Peach with mingled amusement and wariness, and a tinge of faint horror.

She's loud.

[winged_defender]

Someone is appreciating her serenade. Fantastic! She'll have to work harder now that she's got an audience.

The bird's voice increases in pitch and volume to an indescribable screech that...does not quite sound like English words. But if it did, they would be something like: "HELLOOOOOOO! I'M A CAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

[iustus_rex]

By the Lion's Mane.

The Parrot is clearly insane.

Edmund is a little worried she'll do herself injury, tearing at the chair like that, but the chair seems to be the only one getting hurt here. ...Well. Shredded.

[winged_defender]

"GASOLINE MAKES ME RUN!"

The chair's mostly in a pile on the floor now, and she stops to shake her feathers back into place, clearly altogether pleased with herself.