"Lilith, we only opened 5 minutes ago. I'll get the cigarettes for you but do you really need a full carton and three bottles of our cheapest wine?

And sunflower seeds?"

"My papa is coming to visit.

I'm not going to pass out feeding the pigeons again."

"At least not by myself."

"Ah. Good luck with that."

Lay some seed down to get some locals for camouflage. 

"Any new string feet? Everybody ok?"

whooo whooooo

Make sure the offerings are inside the circle while I pace it out with my lit smoke. And:

"weeheap weeee--ap weeeap"

fwoosh

"Yes I brought extra seed just for you. And your smokes and some wine, but let's get inside before we do those."

Woo

[I have been told most people have wrong opinions on how to transcribe pigeons, I write um like I hear um]

"I am not embarrassed to look weird in front of the humans. I have been actively steering towards that for mythcrafting. 

I just don't want them thinking it's ok to give my birds cancer."

"Finish your seed then we can head home."

"I've got your smokes, and the wine, but first I have some questions."

coooo

"Someone hired obviously doomed, but suspiciously well-equipped, mortal assassins to do hits on everyone except me.

Our friend on the other side says there's a new mage war.

And my Prophet gave me Chase's code for calling his sire.

So what the câlisse is going on?"

wwwuwhoo

"So there probably was an attempt on me — it was just so far off the sin caught them at the edge of the park."

Wo!

"You are literally cooing with a psychic overlay, don't complain about me using park creole instead of court register for loanwords.

It makes you sound like mémère. 

Besides, I've got English speakers stuck in my head. So just be glad I'm not calling them 'rangers'."

Woooo

"Well of course she nags you."