The Balladeer and his bird both stare at Greta for a moment, before the bird starts laughing. "Beth! Then it'd be true after all!"
"Alright." The Balladeer pats her with a grateful smile at Greta and Angus. He's not going to really consider why other people's animals - daemons - might come complete with names while his doesn't. It's enough to come up with something to call her together; he agrees that her original suggestion didn't sound quite natural. "If that's what you want."
"Can I call you Bradley, then?" She snickers and tells the other two conspiratorially: "The ID they gave him says his name is Bradley something. We had to use it to check in the place we're staying now, and he didn't even remember it."
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"Alright." The Balladeer pats her with a grateful smile at Greta and Angus. He's not going to really consider why other people's animals - daemons - might come complete with names while his doesn't. It's enough to come up with something to call her together; he agrees that her original suggestion didn't sound quite natural. "If that's what you want."
"Can I call you Bradley, then?" She snickers and tells the other two conspiratorially: "The ID they gave him says his name is Bradley something. We had to use it to check in the place we're staying now, and he didn't even remember it."