Grace thought about the parrot, and he smiled. "Old Willy died nineteen years ago. He was the longest lived parrot in the history of the kingdom. His descendants are concerned royalty, and buying one costs up to ten million beast coins. The royal family profited off Old Willy in the end."
Sienna sighed softly. "In that case, I will trouble you to find me to buy me an Old Willy. It's the least you can do considering the fact that your daughter loudly insulted me on front of at least sixty people. The sting of her words is going to keep me up for the next one hundred days. I cannot hear the name Twindell without shuddering now. My poor heart...."
Grace groaned. "If it will shut you up and put this incident behind us, the yes. I will speak to Jolie. She has a dozen parrots, I am sure she can give up one."
Sienna smiled slyly, like a snake that was about to spit poison.
Grace felt the air turn colder.
"Good things come in pairs," Sienna said, suggestively.
