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Who: Kallie Raydan + OPEN
What: Waiting for Miles Asher to show up so he can see her baby chocobo. If you're lucky maybe you can see her chocobo too (not an innuendo).
Where: One of Locke City's park-like areas.
When: Sunday afternoon.

( A )
[ Locke City has what's often half-jokingly designated as its "park and library zone." Today, one of the cycling-through semi-attractions to said area happens to be a food truck, its advertisements boasting soft pretzels with less traditional toppings like "BBQ" and "caesar."

True, Kallie's usually not one to consume edibles of dubious quality (save for a tiny handful of vices like slushy drinks and fake-healthy nut bars), but given she's already here stuck waiting for someone else, she might as well join the line, right?

As she waits, she scans through the Network on her phone- kind of risky in public, maybe, but after over a year now with access, she's hardly concerned about being caught at it by people who shouldn't know. As always, she's simply ignoring the glances at her and her pink hair from fellow Locke residents and tourists alike... while at the same time trying to stay alert to anything odd around her. By now, it's an instinct.

Unfortunately, every once in a while, the backpack slung over her shoulders seems to emit an indignant chirp or two, prompting the young woman to try her best at trying to ignore that as casually as possible as well. Standing in line around other people while having the baby chocobo with her had already seemed risky, does she dare continue to stay around...?? ]

( B...? )
[ Post escaping that little embarrassment, Kallie can't help but look sullen as she sits away from the 'crowd' and tears chunks off her pizza-flavored pretzel, glaring out across at a fountain featuring a bronze-colored family of statues. This time, there's a little roundish bird (like this, but in pale green) settled in her lap, however. Apparently, the animal is far more sedate and less obtrusive when he's not zipped up in the dark; when sitting still, he hardly looks like anything but a stuffed chick doll or something. ]

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[ Milk? Kallie looks a little stricken at that - what the hell kind of bird drinks milk?!

That and Miles' fixation on first seeing and now being given the bird makes her a little more uneasy. She's still not having too much luck moving him, anyway. ]

... Pretty sure you'd have a better chance at spelling that. I don't--

Kweeeeeee!!

[ -- Says the bird, right in Kallie's ear, before going to her shoulder and then to the air right in front of her. A little alarmed, she catches him in her hands- kind of. More like she's half-holding him as he continues fluttering. ]

-- Hey.

Don't do that. [Said more to the little bird that to her. And Miles reaches out to the bird.]

Give him.

C'mon little guy, calm down. Kweh!

[He feels a little stupid saying that, but would it work? His silly echoes hardly ever have any proper meat to them, except when they're actual skills.

And he wishes he'd gotten back bird-wrangling skills, not this.]

[ Bird, why are you making a scene? Kallie grits her teeth, expression twisted in concerned confusion, until finally (after what seems like minutes, but is actually a few moments at best), she moves her hands away to give the teenager full access instead-

And, well, he's still agitated, fluffed up like a teeny pompom, but... there's no more crying, at least. Instead Miles just has a green chickeny thing clutching his skin with little pointy toes, STARING AT HIM INTENSELY, apparently more or less unimpressed. ]

Kwee!

Ow-- his talons are like hypodermic needles.

[Miles wiggles his hands a little, trying to coax the bird into grabbing his left hand instead. He does not want a bird pecking at his dominant hand at all.]

Kweh, kweh... C'mon, I'm trying to help. Are you hungry or something? I'll get you milk, just don't look at me like that.

Kwee.

[ Kallie just watches with a warily flummoxed sort of look to her... but visibly untenses at least somewhat when it seems like neither chocobo nor Miles is going to do something terrible to the other within the next few seconds. The bird relaxes - for some definitions of 'relax.' The beady scrutiny remains in place. ]

... He's been eating things in my apartment, so I doubt it.

[ Or so she hopes. If he is hungry that gives her definite concerns about the critter's inner volume and potential output. ]

[Miles looks up at Kallie in alarm. She's been letting him eat without supervision?]

Seriously? What if he ate something bad for him?

[Squints down at the bird.] Okay uh. [Why are you staring at him like that?] No milk yet, I guess. But seriously, what are gysahl greens?

[ Kallie raises an incredulous brow. Seriously Miles, you have not known futility until you've tried to keep a tiny, hungry bird with flying skills and a pecky beak from eating whatever isn't really locked away. She just got the lil guy, so her precautions are hardly stellar.

In any case, she has no idea what this thing he's talking about is, either. With the context, she's reminded of collard greens, but... ]

Never heard of it.

Milk it is. [Miles takes a chance and tries to run a finger down the tiny bird's chest. Hopefully it doesn't peck him?]

I mean, my mom is on a health kick and is into growing her own vegetables, and I know enough about birds, so I would have probably heard of it by now.

[But then again...] Buuuut he's not from around here and drinks milk so obviously he doesn't follow the rules.

[ He's a moody little guy. For what it's worth he lets Miles pet him, but it's the sort of thing where he acts like it's only right. (Of course you are supposed to pet baby chocobos. That is why they are fluffy.) ]

What kind of milk, though? [ Kallie's watching the chocobo, but she glances back up for this before looking a touch frustrated again and making a short gesture in the air. ] I've got all kinds of... weird animals in my head from Lightning, but I don't remember any cows.

[ Not to mention this gysahl thing she doesn't recognize but keeps getting mentio...

... Oh goddammit. Cue one more useless memory being shoved into her consciousness, then. The woman blanks out for a second, then just sighs, using her previously-gesturing hand to momentarily press to one eye instead. ]

Cows aren't the only things that make milk, you know. [Barely manages to get that "you idiot" tone out of his voice.] Do you have goats in that weird animal databa-- hey?

[Miles stops in whatever condescending ramble he's about to begin-- and by extension petting the tiny bird-- when he sees Kallie's expression. He knows that look, that reaction.]

... New thing?

[ Miles, she knows milk comes from things other than cows; that's why she mentioned not knowing what kind he's talking about!

Pushing that aside for now though... yeah. She pretty much does the exact same derping out reaction every single time she gets an Echo, so. It's not hard to figure out.

She lets her hand drop, after a moment putting her palm to the back of her hip instead. She keeps her eyes down, brows knitted in concentration. ]

... There was a woman, showing me how to plant seeds. I guess this gysahl thing... is a vegetable?

[ Not that a freaking memory of a hippy-girl really helps her much in the "feed my magical baby bird" situation. The damn seeds themselves would be all sorts of more helpful here. ]