[ Cooking in practice is often a far sight more challenging than cooking in theory, considering all the thieving mouths that are scurrying around the castle at any given time. Mistral doesn't actually want dough, but when it's in little lumps or slivers it looks appetizing enough to a bird who doesn't know well enough to distinguish it from something she would actually want to eat. She snaps a piece up in her beak and is off in a flash of glossy wings, out of Alucard's reach.
Of course, she drops it on the other side of the kitchen a moment later and squawks a complaint. She'd have been better off with the meat like Ellis, but it was a better plan to divide and conquer, for all the good it did her. Mistral glides down and lands with a flutter on Ellis' shoulder, floofing out her feathers to a hilarious degree to show she's offended at the dough. ]
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Of course, she drops it on the other side of the kitchen a moment later and squawks a complaint. She'd have been better off with the meat like Ellis, but it was a better plan to divide and conquer, for all the good it did her. Mistral glides down and lands with a flutter on Ellis' shoulder, floofing out her feathers to a hilarious degree to show she's offended at the dough. ]