Her golden hues abandoned the reading and his feathers, delicately, removed the glasses from her face, placing them on the counter, over the stack of papers. 

She turned to look at that voice’s owner. How did that girl manage to leave the Biscuit’s Room? Instead of frowning a smile made its way to her lips. Even if she didn’t like kids that much she could handle them pretty nicely practically always.

— ❝ Hello there, little one.❞ 

         She greeted her, and d her eyes came to meticulously examinate the flower crown. It was indeed of her liking, full of color and life, something that wonderfully contrasted with everything in that island, which brought her to think where did she found those flowers. Punk Hazard’s climate didn’t allow flowers to bloom, so had the minions brought them? She would ask them afterwards.

— ❝ It’s really pretty, thank you very much.❞ 

                        She uttered, extending her wing for the kid to place the flower crown there.

— ❝ Did Master let you out of the room?❞ 

                         She casually asked.