>>6068519>>6068541>>6069846Does he have any other skills, like cooking? Cleaning, even? Something where they wouldn't have to change his schedule much?
Pollyolly shakes both heads, which move out of sync slightly until they glance off each other. He re-focuses and looks forward, preening again. <span class="mu-r">"I tOlD YOu... I'M a stAr!"</span>
Thoughts of playing it close to the chest seem to be a bit fruitless, so you lean into the more out-there ideas that come to mind. Okay. You'll give Pollyolly the opportunity to show himself off. Make it an arts and crafts project, even. There has to be some way to get him a claim to fame, and let him have a moment in the spotlight. When you try to figure out what he's looking for in his fifteen minutes of fame, Beatrice is shocked that you're buying into it so much. <span class="mu-r">"Come on, this little twerp isn't worth that much effort, is he?"</span> she asks, whispering in your ear conspiratorially.
If he isn't, he'll be easily distracted. You don't need to go too far, just to give him a small moment of glory. Every dog has his day, as they say.
<span class="mu-r">"A runway for a parrot?"</span> she's still incredulous, trying to appeal to practicality. <span class="mu-r">"Besides, where are we supposed to find clothing his size?'</span> You'll have to figure that out, but there's got to be something- there are clothes for her, after all. Beatrice is not amused by what she sees as an unflattering comparison, but Pollyolly is overjoyed.
<span class="mu-r">"a HaT!"</span> the parrot crows, squawking happily and bobbing around, both of his heads bouncing around to the beat and his wings flapping from time to time. <span class="mu-r">"No SeLF-reSp-P-PEcTIng p-P-pARroT gOEs WiTHoUt!"</span> He leaps onto your arm without prompting and makes an almost desperate repetition of his request. <span class="mu-r">"A HAt! a hAT!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"A hat?"</span> It's a third demonic voice, but one that's cooler, calmer, and much more elderly in tone. She's a somewhat crotchety-looking old woman, her dress making up the majority of her mass. She had large lips made long in the middle as if pulled down, forked like a snake's tongue. Markings around her eyes and the tilt of her head make her stand out from an ordinary human. Long, lean arms contort to reach out and invite the bird, and one hand holds an old-fashioned tool you don't immediately recognize.
<span class="mu-g">Education 5: It's some sort of medieval tool, and thread comes off of it. Is that used to spin? Is this a spinner or a witch or both?</span>
Despite her intimidating appearance, she doesn't seem very hostile, if at all. In fact, she has an almost grandmotherly attitude about her. Pollyolly hops to her arm and begins chirping happily. <span class="mu-r">"A P-p-PirAtE hAT!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"A bicorn, or a tricorn?"</span> the witch-like woman asks with sincerity. <span class="mu-r">"Two points, or three?"</span>
He'll need two hats, and when you remind her of such, she nods. <span class="mu-r">"Both, then."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"bOtH!"</span> the 'pirate' chirps in a delighted pitch.
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