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_{[POP goes the Murkrow! The little fledgling emerges from his prison and gives a few indignant caws as he hops around the table.]}

He looks normal...

_{[Henry reaches for his bag and pulls out a few fries, sampling two himself and offering one to the bird. The Murkrow's eyes light up and he instantly tips his head back and opens his mouth in the classic I AM BABY PLEASE FEED ME pose. Henry tosses the fry into his beak and it's gone in an instant. He quickly returns to the begging position.]}

Seems pretty alert...want me to see if anyone at the Center wants him?

_{[A small smile creeps across his face as the bird keeps begging and hopping in place.]}

He's got pretty good taste.

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I dunno...I said I'd keep an eye on him myself.

[Not that he's holding promises to Walter in especially high regard, but...this reject baby is special ok Envy has to make sure he's taken care of. He snickers at the begging, though.]

He sure seems to like you, though. Or the fries. Either one.

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Probably the fries. Birds don't like me.

<sub>[WREN IS THE WORST BIRD OKAY. SHE IS JUST. ALL BIRDS.]

[Meawhile, Not Wren hopped forward and started tugging on Henry's shirt, putting on a big show to get his attention before opening up like a garbage can again.]</sub>

Heh, alright little guy. Envy, try this.

_{[He offers Envy a few fries before dropping another into the Murkrow's beak.]}

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Psshh, what, no bird has ever liked you?

[He takes the offered fries and holds one out.]

Hey there y'little weirdo, here's another one.

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Not that I can remember. Wowlter tried to kill me when we met and Wren has broken at least two of my lenses. I think the only reason Lyra hasn't bothered me is because I don't wear anything sparkly.

_{[The baby Murkrow whips his head around when Envy offers the fry. YES! Hop! Hop! Hop! He leaps up and nearly snaps one of Envy's fingers.]}

Hey, now, you aren't starving.