[You're too damned adorable. What is he supposed to do about it other than ignore the sparks of orange juice now in his hair. He absently wonders how many generations of growing birds Marco has seen--but knows better than to bring it up]
Ah, young love. I remember those days. [he listens to their needy chirp and watches the proud papa feed them an orange slice]
You know, I've always wondered if I had an egg or two of my own somewhere.
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Ah, young love. I remember those days. [he listens to their needy chirp and watches the proud papa feed them an orange slice]
You know, I've always wondered if I had an egg or two of my own somewhere.