( Sunday reaches across the table so he can assist scratching the bottom of the bird's little beak. They're spoiling it rotten and it seems like it can't get enough attention. )

I imagine as much. He fit in quite well into Penacony from the second he stepped onto the lobby. It's just the two of you, then.

( IPC presence, that is. Which is good. Topaz seems reasonable and friendly and Aventurine... Well. No comment. Thoughts take off elsewhere as he pets the bird, somewhere distant in his mind. He's unsure if he misses old days as people put them. Did he ever have those? He misses his sister - it didn't feel like he got to spend any time with her before they had to part ways yet again.

At least he can confide in Gallagher, right? He pulls away from the bird. )

What sort of community outreach are you working on? I happen to be quite good at organizing large events...If you ever want to collaborate.