She glared at him mid brood, and was very grateful that owls could do death looks so well. Not breaking eye-contact, she pointed her wing to the water glass to answer his question. Whether the reason was 'I am thirsty' or 'I want to dump it in your lap' she didn't bring up because he didn't ask.
Sadly, owls don't grimace or she'd cringe at the speed the little magician had inhaled his milkshake. So much for bothering with tasting it as it went down. "Pip, that's going to mess your tummy up so bad."
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