She gave him a small 'I heard that' squint at the giggle, but let his humor slide. Thankfully she hadn't been turned into a hagfish. Martin was still very very tall, so back she went to the couch to scale up the blanket to higher ground. If she was more settled, she'd have a pirate adventure them going on as she climbed around like Errol Flynn or something Up on the arm of the couch, she was barely at his hip but better.
She leaned her head back, reproachful. What she remembered from biology, most owls ate insects and mice. And then puked the inedible bits. "I am not puking up anything without a liberal use of Yukon Jack and a mechanical bull," she warbled in irritation and tapped a talon impatiently.
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