Command Log 2 Formal Attire
LUKE
The Millennihen Falcon
Apparently, the Unfeathered Wonder is preparing to perform some kind of mating ritual in front of his kinfolk to permanently bond himself with My Trixie.
If she was not so kind and wonderful in every other way, I would berate her for her choice of mates.
Sure, he does keep her supplied with tidbits of her favorite Vee Gan food, but his disgusting lack of plumage should be a warning sign of how hideous their off spring could be.
Not like the fine feathered specimens I bestowed upon them with the help of my lady Kylo Hen. A King of Man indeed.
There are strange humans staying here as well. My Trixie brought them to me for my approval and called them my grandparents. This is a vicious lie. My grandmother was purebred Leghorn with beautiful plumage. My grandfather was, of course, a bald eagle.