[His wing instinctively moves up as if to slap away her hand. Not that it would hurt much, being feathers and all, but then he immediately regrets it. He's made a long trip from Derbyshire to London and he feels the ache in his cartilage and bone.
Also, why isn't he being kicked out yet?
... He's starting to remember the voice.
The girl who knocked over the glasses. The girl who brought out two slices of cake.
Why does he remember this? Why did that leave an impression?
There's not much else to do except maybe try to straighten himself up. He tries, but not much luck seems to be on his side. The crow collapses again, pitifully so.]
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Also, why isn't he being kicked out yet?
... He's starting to remember the voice.
The girl who knocked over the glasses. The girl who brought out two slices of cake.
Why does he remember this? Why did that leave an impression?
There's not much else to do except maybe try to straighten himself up. He tries, but not much luck seems to be on his side. The crow collapses again, pitifully so.]