#joehils

Joe: Yes.

Cleo: Do you know where my laptop went?

Joe: *visable confusion*

Cleo: Have you seen my laptop?

Joe: Yeah, maybe. What is a laptop?

Cleo: It’s a small computer, you can p-... you have one right in front of you.

Joe: Oh! Yes, it’s right here.

Cleo: No. MY laptop! Do you know where it is?

Joe: Pshhhhh, ahhhh, it’s kind of a long story.

Cleo: That’s fine-

——— *hurdy gurdy drone starts* ———

Joe: (singing) Come gather round and I’ll tell you a tale!

Cleo: (talking) You have a hurdy gurdy?

Joe: A tale of a night, very much like the one tonight.

Cleo: (talking) It’s 2 in the afterno-Do you have to sing this story?

Joe: (talking) Yes.

Joe: The rain pelted cruelly, the wind tore my hood, as I ran through the wood to my homestead.

Cleo: (talking) How many verses is this?

Joe: (talking) Twelve!

Joe: Then I saw in a clearing, a figure was stood, beckoning as if I were awaited.

Cleo: (talking) Nevermind, I’ll come back later.

Joe: (talking) I’ll skip to verse 11.

——— *Cleo flute playing starts* ———

Joe: “NOW YOU KNOW,” said the wizard, “WHAT PRICE YOU MUST PAY, TO GAIN THE REWARD YOU SEEK.”

Cleo: (talking) I feel like you skipped a lot.

Joe: (talking) You’ll get it through context.

Joe: “YOU MUST TRAID ME A TREASURE, THAT’S OF COMMENSURATE-OR-GREATER-VALUE-THEN-THE-SUGGESTED-RETAIL-PRICE-OF THIS MYSTICAL, ANCIENT ANTIQUE.”

Joe & Cleo: (in harmony) So I granted the wizard a book forged in chrome, though it pained me to part and regret filled my mind. With a flourish he vanished along with my tome, leaving nought but this hurdy behind. Leaving nought but this gurdy behind.

——— *end of hurdy gurdy drone* ———

Cleo: You pawned my laptop to get a hurdy gurdy from Scar?

When he molts, it’s not like he has any real use for his discarded feathers other than making something from them. I’m sure Grian has a basket somewhere full of old feathers that he plans to give someone as a present one day, like how Zed has his basket of wool.