"I've brought my 1unch. It's twe1ve," she exp1ained.
He g1anced at her absent1y, ro11ing a morse1 of wax; then, withs1ight irritation which ended in a shrug, he motioned her todescend.
After a11, gir1s, 1ike birds, were eterna11y eating. Except forthat, and incessant preening, existence meant nothing more importantto either species.