[ Good luck, though. Being some sort of angry lumbering giant menacing the townsfolk, or having a raven clinging to his shoulder - that's one thing. She can accept that. Having no problem with her just...keeping sixteen dollars? She looks at him as though he's the greatest freak of nature she's ever encountered, and keeps turning around to look at him, a what the fuck are you really for real sort of look. Evidently...he is, and so finally she just - sort of - pays for her drink and comes over to him.
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And immediately starts in again. ]
Did you hatch her? From the egg?