What was it the odd chicken wanted? Oh, right, trash.
Mute should’ve eaten him when she had the chance, but the absence of the reputable shopkeeper would likely bring her far more trouble than she would be bothered with.
The leggy oviraptor practically jumped her earlier- far too trusting she won’t take a bite out of that luscious plummage of his- and just babbled and rambled on unbothered that he’d need materials and what not. Something, something, he wanted her to do som...