[Hol-Not-Pire had just purchased two bags full of delicious red foods, and was on his way out of the market when he saw the winged girl getting shooed out. He stops, startled and displeased, and turns to the drone.]
She's not a dog! She's a lady! With wings!
[Such protests are, perhaps, more intimidating when coming from a large cowboy than a small kitten. But drones will be drones, and...]
Oh, Hol, you joker! We just get so darned many dogs trying to get in here...
[Unimpressed with drone-talk, he turns to the winged lady instead.]
B is also for bird?
She's not a dog! She's a lady! With wings!
[Such protests are, perhaps, more intimidating when coming from a large cowboy than a small kitten. But drones will be drones, and...]
Oh, Hol, you joker! We just get so darned many dogs trying to get in here...
[Unimpressed with drone-talk, he turns to the winged lady instead.]
You okay?