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There is a quiet thump as a black-feathered bird drops from the rafters, landing neatly in a chair.

A moment later that same chair is occupied by a man with dark hair and bright black eyes.

Some things, it seems, cross forms rather well.

Other things, like his dusty jeans and raggedy black coat, do not.

It is the problem with feathers.

Sort of.

Well, that, and the immense mess a beak makes of cookies. They are better inhaled whole. This is why Raven appreciates the approach of a waitrat bearing an enormous plate of cookies.

The bird is hungry, today.

And every day.

It is a thing.

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Four paws on his head and an upside-down pointy nose with two amber eyes staring into his says "Fox is here".

The angle makes him look like he's smiling.

"Hello Raven-who-is-man-today!"

Raven grins, wide and bright.

"It is a thing that happens, yes."

Beat.

"You are for having cookies?"

"With you, there are many things that happen."

That comment is either innocent or a sly remark.

"Sure. I don't mind human food at all."

He'll get off Raven's head in a moment.

Raven just holds up a cookie within reach of the fox's mouth.

He is still grinning.

"That is very true. I am, I think, very good company. So."

He his! Entertaining, too. Also very good at eating.

If you were bad at eating some people might start to worry.

Fox takes the cookie and munches at it. Then swallows.

No cookie-bits on Raven's face!

"It is why people seem to seek you out whenever you are here, yes?"

Raven's grin gets bigger.

"Possibly that, yes. It is not so bad to not be boring."

Even if people complain, on occasion.

Cranky is not so bad a thing to try. Once.

He also offers up a second cookie.

"I'd hate it if things were boring here. Might even start a little something just to see if anyone here is alive."

Sometimes, you don't even have to wait for things to be as lively as a cemetery on a Saturday night to get things going!

"Oh, thank you! These are nice. What's in them?"

"Mostly chocolate, I think? Also cinnamon. It is a thing."

A thing Raven enjoys immensely, at that.

"Starting things is not so bad. Finishing them, though, is possibly trickier."

See the current spate of animals, for example.

Now you are not planning on eating the clientèle are you?

"Ah, well, perhaps. Seems we're not as different from men as men think we are."

Pause.

"This chocolate is very sweet."

Raven does not eat things when they are still alive.

Mostly.

In Milliways, at least.

"On occasion, no, I do not think."

But then, of course, there is the rest of the time.

"Also sometimes there are breasts. So."

Fox eats some things that are alive. Mice wriggle when you swallow them alive.

It tickles.

Breasts? How unusual!

"That does make one different from men, yes."

"Also it is distracting."

Not that Raven uses them so.

Nope.

Not this bird.

Really.

You can trust Raven. Really. It's the same level of trust people had for Fox in all those fables.

Make of that what you will.

"Depends on who you are trying to distract. Used on the wrong person it might not work at all."

Pause.

"But then, there are other methods, yes?"

"Yes."

Raven beams.

"It is, perhaps, not quite infinite, but skill is counting for something, I think."

Those who know Raven better would have a smart remark about what those skills might be, and involve.

"Yes. And imagination too."

Wait. Fox, are you still on his head?

...yeah you seem to be...

Raven has not shaken him off yet, no.

It is not particularly troublesome, at least not yet.

"Also that, yes. It is something you are very good at?"

Still, perhaps those little claws might scratch that head a little.

So. Onto the shoulders.

A living stole!

"I'd like to think I have imagination. It works and then it does not work. At least, as intended."

Stoles are also comfortable. Especially when they are still breathing.

"Mostly intentions are not so important, I do not think."

He tilts his head, considering.

"It is difficult to be certain."

Warm too. That is good.

"Oh yes. And that may be why things don't always go as planned."

Equal parts importance of intent and certainty.

"But, still, it is interesting regardless."

"Planning is boring."

Raven sounds matter-of-fact.

"Still."

"You never get ideas, and then make ideas on how to use them?"

That is planning.

The Great Idea you get.

Perhaps it is a fox thing.

"Mostly it is whim, I am thinking."

Except when it is not.

But that is still not planning.

Really.

If Fox could smile he would.

Ideas come from whims! And then you make them real.

And sometimes they work.

And sometimes they don't work.

Like when the stork repaid him for his dinnertime prank.

This is not the point at which Raven reaches up to tweak Fox's tail.

Nope.

Not this bird.

Really.

Would this face lie to you?

~~Yes.~~ ~~Maybe.~~ ~~No.~~ Depends on who answers.

Eeek!

Yip!