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Cafe Luke's, Saturday

Priestly was followed down the stairs into the Cafe by a sea bird with bright blue feet.

"I know you're not my kilt," he told it. "That turned into a scruffy looking guy with dreds."

The booby did not seem put off by this speculation. "I'm not your kilt," it -- she, judging by her voice, and of course it was a she, they were getting along so far and all of Priestly's friends were girls -- said. "Or one of your friends turned into a bird, or a midnight gremlin bite induced hallucination." She hopped and flapped her way slightly awkwardly onto the counter and offered one blue foot for him to shake. "My name is Zipporah," she said. "But you mostly call me Zip."

"Zip the Booby." Priestly shook her foot carefully. "Naturally."

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"I'm not actually Ecuadoran," Zip said. "This is just the shape I settled into when we grew up."

"Shut up and eat your fish with coconut sauce."

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It's far less likely to involve a talking booby.

If you're nice, Zip might dance for you!

BOOBIES!

Aahahaha I am twelve. Heee.

Dinah had gotten in very late last night for a surprise visit... and then gotten one when she woke up.

"You (http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/golden_eagle_lg.jpg) are so freaking heavy," she complained as she walked in.

"Weight comments will only get you another workout," the eagle responded.

"Priiiiiestly!" Heeeeelp! She's being stalked by an eagle!

"Zip, are you doing Dinah impressions?" Priestly asked, leaning out of the kitchen. Then he stared. "Tell me the booby doesn't shapeshift. That wouldn't be fair." Also, Zip was still standing on the counter, and thus, no, had not turned herself into Dinah. "Is that an eagle?"

Give him a minute, his brain is still catching up to the part where he says "hi" and hugs Dinah. Hopefully without getting mauled by an eagle.

"The what-now? Zip?" Dinah asked, staring at the blue-footed bird, and said, "Hector says he's a golden eagle. Which, you can kind of see..."

Look at that copper shine! He's so pretttty!

"Zip? Priestly, I am not caffeinated enough for this yet."

Hector appeared to smirk, and then said, "Hiii, Zip."

Zip waved a wing and hopped from foot to foot. "How's it going, Hector?"

"Yeah," Priestly said. "Neither am I. Also, holy crap hi, when did you get here?!"

"Can't complain," Hector said, lighting on the back of one of the chairs and starting to fix his feathers. "Except Dinah's freaking out. Per usual."

"Last night. It was supposed to be a surprise! I was going to come in and order food and then demand to see the chef, but--" She jerked her chin at Hector, who was mantling and cocking his head at Zip. "I kinda got a shock when I woke up." And glomp. "Good weird is still weird."

Awww, he missed being glomped. "Welcome back to Fandom," he said.

Zip hopped down onto one of the stools, then flew over to the table Hector had picked. "Boaz's is pretending not to. He's trying on this whole 'I'm a Fandom High veteran, I'm impervious to weirdness' thing. It's not working."

Priestly flicked her off while hugging Dinah. A hilarity-filled "Boaz?" came from the back.

"Thanks, Zip," Priestly said. "I almost had the kitchen staff's respect."

"No you didn't," the cook called back.

Hector started casually grooming the feathers on top of Zip's head, and then cocked an eye at Priestly. "Want me to go back and scare the crap out of that guy?"

Dinah giggled and looped an arm around Priestly's waist. "I guess it's good that the island can still surprise us?" She didn't sound completely sure about that. "And your weirdness is adorable. I love her feet."

"I'll deal with it," Priestly told Hector. "You got a freaking eagle," he said to Dinah, leaning into her. "An eagle. How did you get an eagle?"

"I don't know," Dinah admitted, watching Hector with Zip. "How'd you get a blue-footed... bird? Named Zippy?"

Hector shrugged his wings. "She needed me to be an eagle. So I'm an eagle." He paused, considering Zip. "The name was her dad's idea."

"You know you get no judgement from me," Zip said. She tilted her head at Dinah. "I'm a blue-footed booby," she said, blithely ignoring Priestly's teeny tiny snicker. "And Zip is short for Zipporah."

"It's the fact that they talk," Priestly decided. "Animals? Totally old hat. Animals that talk and know everything about you and tell people your secret first name? That's weird."

"I've known you since before you decided you hated that name," said Zip. "It's not my fault it took an island to get you to wake up and notice."

"How does that even work?" Dinah demanded, and then: "Zipporah? Wow. You can totally tell your family named both you guys, hunh."

Hector gave a long-suffering sigh, straightening and flying closer to butt his head against Dinah's hand. "I told you this, do you never pay attention if Barbara isn't bribing you with chocolate? We've always been here. We're part of you."

"I'm part eagle. Yeah, I think you want Warren...?"

"Dinah is technically also an old biblical name," Zip pointed out. "You're not part eagle. Priestly's not part booby." Another tiny snicker. That might possibly be why she ended up this form, yes. "We're part of you. You're not part of us."

"My bird talks in riddles," Priestly said. "I'm officially lost. At least they get along?"

Please, like any part of Priestly WOULDN'T get along with a part of Dinah.

Seriously. Grooming behaviors. Finishing each other's explanations. Same as it ever was.

Dinah blinked and said, "Okay, point, although I've heard more jokes about that stupid old song about the trains and the mountain-- anyway. Are you like... visual metaphors?" she asked, tentative, and scritching Hector's throat.

That wasn't a purr, but whatever the bird-of-prey equivalent was.

"...booby?" Cue giggling.

"If it helps you to think of us that way, sure," Zip said. "Priestly's always enjoyed having a booby to himself."

Zip, apparently, was also sometimes twelve.

"Anyway, don't let us stop you. I think this is the part where he traditionally feeds you?"

"Oh, dude," Priestly said, as if this had just occurred to him. "You HAVE to try the tuna-stuffed avocado."

Yet more giggling, and then Dinah offered Hector an arm as she bounced. "OOooooo that sound good. And we can't trash tradition! Not when we're experiencing newness!" She grinned at Zip. "You're fun. I like you."

Hector was now... grooming Dinah's hair. "We need to go flying later," he told Zip.

"Down at the beach!" Zip cheered. "We haven't done that in ages." She did another foot-to-foot dance. Priestly frowned, vaguely remembering having read something somewhere about dancing boobies, but couldn't place it.

"Right, one tuna-stuffed avocado coming up. And a lancer, of course."

Hector gave Zip an affectionate chirp, almost, mantling and showing off again before settling down.

"Whooops, watch it, Hec. I'm gonna fall over if you whap me in the face with a wing," Dinah said, then finally sat down as Hector lit on the counter. "So how are you liking being in charge?"

Jeering sounds from the kitchen. "DON'T MAKE US COME BACK THERE, GUYS." Yeah, Dinah remembered them too.

"Other than them," Priestly said, "it's going pretty well. Well, now that Karla agreed to help me out with the paperwork in return for food."

"Yes!" Dinah held up a hand for a high-five. "Genius! Perfectest trade ever! She'll be the size of a house before the end of the semester."

Hector snickered and straightened Zip's feathers again. "You're supposed to call her too," he reminded Dinah.

"Dude, she will kill you if you're on the island and forget to say hi," Priestly said. "Plus, I totally wanna know what . . . thingy she got."

"Daemon, honey," Zip offered, leaning and and preening against Hector. "We're called daemons."

"Daemons," Dinah repeated. "Daemons? I almost remember this. It was in one of my classes...."

Hector gave her a patient look, head resting on top of Zip's.

"--guardian?" she checked.

"Guardian spirit," he agreed. Dinah met his eyes, and stared for a long minute.

Then they simultaneously blinked, and Dinah got out her phone to text Karla. (http://glacial-witch.livejournal.com/711.html?thread=5482183#t5482183) Then she reached out to pet Hector while he petted Zip.

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