"Me either, I'm generally the one to argue her out of it. I don't mind playing with ones that belong to other people but I prefer my nice low-maintenance non-licking-inclined giant bird."
"Especially my roc! I was so thrilled when I got her - I had to be certified glider-safe first or Chali wouldn't hear of it - and I got my own egg and rented an incubator and I checked on her three times a day to see if she'd hatched yet, it was constantly exciting even though nothing was happening."
"It was! I was a very cute nine-year-old. And then she did hatch, and she made this little peeping noise and she was only about as long as my arm - wrist to shoulder - and I had to feed her till she was old enough to fish on her own, but that only took a couple months."
"We at any risk of your dad walking in and wanting to know why there is an Avatar in your lap?" Beila murmurs.
"We at any risk of him showing up and already having a very good idea why there might be an Avatar in your lap?"
"I think if he shows up he will probably figure it out all by himself," snorts Dao. "But I don't think he'll show up."
"Wait, does he know about me," wonders Beila, "or would there in fact be figuring to do?"