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Turtle & Canary, Wednesday, 7/30

Amber was tired and sore when she came into work, and not just from the play last evening, but from her learning self-defense from Murdock. Muscles ached that she never knew she had.

Apu was behind the counter while Amber curled up in a lounge chair in the camping section of the store. What? Demonstration was a key quality to successful selling. Not like anyone would want to go camping, but it was the idea, right?

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"Of course I could!" she declared brightly. "It's just a few aisles over this way..."

Oooh, a cursty! How nice. Amber thought Ella to be from very far away and was immediately curious. "You have such a pretty name, Ella. Where are you from?" She asked as she began to walk, assuming Ella would follow.

"Thank you," Ella said, following along. "It's short for Eleanor -- I was named for my mother. I'm not sure I've met an Amber before."

"And I'm from Frell, in Kyrria, but don't worry about it. No one here has ever heard of it." She sounded very certain on this point.

"Eleanor is very nice too, so old soundin'. Not that your ma is old, I'm just sayin'. My name is very ordinary, normal. I don't believe I was named after anyone," she chatted as she rounded the pet food aisle.

"Oh, I've not heard of it but you've probably never heard of Mount Rose, Minnesota either, where I'm from. That's the neat thing about Fandom; gettin' to learn where everyone is from. Now. You know parrots have a special diet, right?" Amber asked, coming to a standstill in front of the parrot food. And she only knew this by having cleaned this aisle so many times, straightening the various canned and bagged goods.

Amber could certainly talk, and Ella was content to let her, making sympathetic noises in the appropriate places. "I had barely heard of Minnesota," she said. "But I did know about the special diet! It was in the book I got at the library."

Pento (if that stayed his-or-her name) let out an irritated squawk and repeated, "Minn'sota. Book. Awk."

"Oh, Amber, he's already talking," Ella grinned in delight. "I think I'll take that food." She pointed to the container with the prettiest packaging.

Amber did ramble, oh yes. "Oh good!" she grinned.

"Eee! How cute, Ella. You'll get him or her, to talk easily and won't that be fun?" She took the container of food and began to head towards the counter where she could ring her up.

"Hopefully it won't keep you up at night," she giggled. "If it learns snorin' noises, that just might be funny."

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"I'll blame it on Rikku, if it does," Ella giggled, pleased with her new pet. "That's why I wanted a parrot, you know, to teach it to talk. I'm glad this one has a gift."

Pento's contribution was to look smug. he really was the best parrot in the world, yes.

"I've thought about a pet, but not sure what I would want," she admitted with a wry smirk. "Maybe a puppy. I don't know. The idea of teachin' a pet to talk sure is intriguing." Amber told Ella the amount and bagged up the food for her.

"I thought of it because I always loved seeing the parrots at home," Ella said. "The shopkeeper would teach them to say things in all sorts of languages, and I thought it would be wonderful to have one all my own. Our housekeeper had one, at home, but it only said a few rude things."

"Puppies are cute, though."

"A parrot always reminds me of a far off tropical place," Amber said. "That or the zoo," she laughed. "I think they are so beautiful and you're lucky to have one. I guess it's not too nice to teach one rude comments but I bet they learn words more by mimicking, yah? You could accidentally say 'damn' one time and then your bird will say it all the time." 'Course Amber thought that might be kind of funny. "Not sayin' that that will happen. You know... just sayin'."

"It happened with Mandy's," Ella said, handing Amber the money for the bird and supplies. "The shopkeeper she bought it from thought it would be funny for the bird to say 'Kiss my ... er, bottom' in another language. It took us months to figure out."

Amber cracked up laughing. "Oh how funny!"

Seriously, who wouldn't think that was funny? Her ma would love a bird like that but oh man, the people that would not come around because of what it learned to say. Ma dropped the F-bomb left and right.

Yeah, her ma didn't need a parrot.

"So that's it, Ella. I really hope you enjoy your bird and maybe I could stop by to see it sometime? See how it's doin'?"

It was probably more funny if you weren't cursed to try to obey the thing. Mandy had to tell Ella, "Don't listen to Choch," a dozen times.

Still. She could see the funny side of it, and so she smiled. "Of course you could!" she burbled. "I'm in room 308, and I'm there a lot."

"Great! I will come by then and I'm in 409 if you ever find yourself on that floor and just care to say hey. I'm there a lot myself," she smiled.

Ella grinned. "I'll stop by," she promised, then, awkwardly balancing the bird over one arm and her bag over the other, left the store.

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