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"My weakness is coffee, then." He raised an eyebrow. "Huh."
Miles frowned, crossing his arms. "Do you have a problem?"
"I've never built a nest, unfortunately. Sorry."
"Human aspects? Are you insinuating that I didn't seem human?"
Francis crossed his arms. "I didn't know your visit was wanted?" he asked, while Miles looked on awkwardly.
"But pigeons," she said, "are different."
"It was?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Miles was about to speak before Francis approached. Miles was tall, and had dark brown hair that seemed a bit unruly. His eyes were a deep green...
"Are our kids going to be pidgeons?"
"Leave me and my specific tastes alone," he retorted with a frown. "This is bullying."
He began walking to the door, where annoyed mutters could be heard. "Right now?"
"That will be perfect. I think we can do it," she said with a nod.
"No thank you," he said politely. "I prefer bagels."
"Okay. Let's go and see him, then," he said, standing up.
"Mail and stuff," she said firmly. " Then killer pigeons."
"Good," he said, squeezing her hand. "I'm glad."
"We need to work on this project. The time we have in class isn't enough."
"Sorry," she said. "Mail and stuff is important."
"Hm. No."
"Is that what you want, though?" he asked thoughtfully.
