Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Speaking of animals, Khaat heard tapping, more like an eager pecking, at the shop window beside them. She looked over to see Archangel's regal figure there, with a message for her. "There he is now. I think everyone knows he's mine. After all, how many bald eagles do you see in Diagon Alley, really? Excuse me." She went to the shop door, and the bird flew in and perched on her shoulder. "Thank you, Boy," She petting him returning to the table and putting the message in her pocket. She'd get to that later.

She looked at Luna, "This is one of my best friends, Luna. This is Archangel. Archangel, this is Luna. She's a friend." He looked at her, studying her. One of her servers brought her some bites of cooked fish that Lizzie had reserved back for Kedgeree for breakfast, set it on the table and left quietly. Khaat watched her eagle eyeing the fish hungrily. "Yes, its for you," she laughed. She picked up a bite and fed it to him and watched him snap it out of her fingers and swallow it down eagerly.

"You have to keep your fingers out of the way of that powerful beak. That can do some damage," Khaat laughed.

Luna marveled at the creature. it was so interesting and magnificent. "wow archangel is so beautiful." she whispered to her self then to the bird said "hello archangel. i couldn't imagine what your life must be like." when khaat said something about the eagles Beck she nodded smiling as she watched the bird. she lived for this kind of stuff. learning about creatures all the time. she took another sip of the pumpkin spice. smiling at the two standing before her. "such a beautiful bird." she whispered.

"He's, without a doubt, my best animal friend," she smiled. "He's very, very spoiled. My father made an enchanted fetching toy for him. When the toy is thrown, it flies. When it lands, it either scurries on land like a rodent, or if it lands in water, it swims like a fish. Archangel loves to play fetch. He almost never ever misses. And he is amazing doing owl duties. He's really fast and super strong.

"My mother had to have a conversation with him so he wouldn't think my cats are lunch, though. And she had to talk to the cats to get them not to eat Brian's art collection. Brian collects Native American art, and some of his art pieces have feathers on them. He really would prefer the cats not eat them. So far, they have left it intact. Its been a happy house so far."