[A disdainful look. She's not a talking dog, and she's not a child, either. She knows how to eat in moderation, unlike a certain idiot scientist in the room.
Bond would draw this out longer- really make him grovel for help, make him say please- but she's fairly certain it's not worth the effort of trying to drive what she's asking into his thick skull. With a flutter of her wings, she hops from the dresser to the floor, and begins to walk towards the door.]
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Bond would draw this out longer- really make him grovel for help, make him say please- but she's fairly certain it's not worth the effort of trying to drive what she's asking into his thick skull. With a flutter of her wings, she hops from the dresser to the floor, and begins to walk towards the door.]