“ ah , so he is a baker ! lovely ! we have a plethora of books regarding those ! ”
( he's never met this ' friend ' . hell , he doesn't even know of anyone who likes baking outside of cake and maybe a muffin ! he definitely
⠀⠀* ( He can't know that sure, she picked him because she didn't know all these things. But she considers him 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭, and that's a good thing. )
⠀⠀* ( She can at least trust his judgement more than hers on something like a book, )
isn't someone like that . susie can't know , could she ?
so instead of asking more about the friend he looks at the cookbooks , pretending he knows a lick of anything about sweets . )
“ is he a cake baker ? well , of
( he checks to make sure his own aren't broken , but they did not even fall off of his beak . )
“ i apologize , stranger ! i must have not been paying attention to my path , ” ( he lends a hand out . ) “ maybe this is
{ . . * stated in a RUSH, regaining composure & repairing stance. pausing a moment .. before registering, carefully taking lenses back, sat ‘pon their visage. }
( his book spilled everywhere . he was upset — )
“ EGAD ! my literature ! ”
( until he knelt to lift his book , and saw the state of the other . and their glasses . he placed his feathery hand over its bridge . )
“ here ,
{ . . * ❕ tumbling backward with a quiet thud, book promptly clanking against skull. irritably rubbing at the spot .. brows furrowed, searching for glasses flung elsewhere. entirely prepared to scold .. maybe. }