serving_love | (no subject)

And. Your bird ignored my NO BIRDS sign.

Well, how would you feel if an establishment you frequented on a regular basis suddenly became intolerant to your presence? You would probably take it up with the management. That is what he did.

Yeah, well you can tell him not to frequent the dinner table anymore, either. He can eat wherever the hell Usopp and Luffy feed their two.

If I eat at the table, so does he. That's final.

Why?!

Because that is the way it is. He goes with me.

You can BOTH eat down in the hold, then.

If that's the way it's going to be, fine. The company will be better, anyway.

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Problem?

Yes.

Do tell.

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You gave me an ultimatum. What's the problem?

You weren't supposed to agree so readily!

It's your galley. If you don't want me there, who am I to argue?

I don't want Hattori there, I don't want animals that aren't cooked and ready to be eaten there, that doesn't mean I don't want YOU there!

Right. You don't want him there; you don't want me there.

...I don't get it.

Haven't you ever heard the expression, "Love me, love my pet"?

Only, don't love me. It's a comparison.

Nope, never.

I had a pet once. It was a kitten that wandered on board the Baratie. I used to bring it scraps of food and feed it out on the deck because the old man would've skinned me alive before letting me bring it into his kitchen.

I used to bring Hattori scraps of food as well. We shared our dinner under the bridge where I taught him to fly, or behind the general store because there was a bin where they would throw food that was just going bad, or on the roof of my home when I was allowed food there, because my mother wouldn't let me bring him into the house. I ate with him outside even when she was willing to let me come in, because she might throw me out, and the cats behind the general store might hiss at me, and the rats under the bridge might sneak up and steal our scraps, but Hattori always stayed with me even when I had no food for days.

So if you want Hattori to eat in the hold, I will go with him.

Oh, fuck you and your guilt tripping. Fine, let him eat at the table, whatever.

It's not guilt tripping. It's an explanation. You didn't seem to understand why it was important, so I told you.

This all could have been avoided had you simply asked him to leave while you were cooking and explained that feathers are a health risk. He's very clean, though, for the record.

...I'm not in the habit of talking to pigeons.

Also I think he ENJOYS irritating me.