[Tim's wings are definitely drooping slightly, but he dips a little, almost like a nod, to say yes, one will do. He'll just have to munch on Allen's hair tonight to make up for it.
Allen, meanwhile, is already heading outside. He wants to be back by sunset.]
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Allen, meanwhile, is already heading outside. He wants to be back by sunset.]
Alma, Tim -- come on. We can eat as we walk.