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When? This boy was full of silly questions! "Well we don' PLAN it, I guess..." he trailed off, wondering what Sylvester was after. "It jus' happens when it happens, y'can't plan fer it."

"Oh, lossa stuff. I like 'splorin' outside n'round th' house, 'n findin' new things t'see, 'n goin' where 'm not 'sposed to, cuz there's funner things there." He smiled, feeling strangely at ease with Sylvester, not caring, for once, that the boy might use this knowledge against him one day. "What d'you do fer fun?" What's good for the goose might as well be good for the gan--er, parrot.

Movies? Tybalt had never been to a movie before, but he had always wanted to go. "Nono, movies're cool!" He imagined so, anyway, and resolved to go to one. Someday. Eventually. Maybe.

Tybalt looked up at the door as it opened, as did Inle, who grinned faintly. "Oh, not at all. We were here anyway. Sylvester's nice, for a boy Tale; he's probably the first of his gender that Tybalt hasn't wanted to beat up." Inle was kind of proud at that fact; it meant her son was growing up a bit, and learning to tolerate others. Or so she thought.

((This is my last post for the night. sweatdrop Sorry, but it's late. Or early, depending on how you look at it.))

Born...that was a different way of putting it. Inle always thought that the kids were just created by the Tome and the Study, but born sounded...right, somehow. "It really does," she replied. "The kids that I've seen range from human-looking to completely oddball." She gestured at the anthropomorphic pair. "Cases in point, right? And it's good that he can get along with people. Some of the parents and kids I've met here are...well. Let's just say that a Tome that sprouts kids isn't the half of it." Inle was hardly a gossip, but even she had to admit that some of the people that passed through the shop's doors had to be seen to be believed.

Tybalt didn't know what the word mall-ya-bull meant, but he liked Sylvester alright. He was no Vidya, but he wasn't Lance or Olivia, either.

Inle shrugged. Although she had often wondered the same thing, it wasn't what the question that was foremost on her mind when she thought of her feathery son. "Who's to say? I'm sure we'll all find out eventually, probably. Hopefully...maybe. What I want to know is HOW they get here. I mean, yeah, there's the Study and the Tome, but there's got to be more to it than that. Where do they come from? Does the Tome just randomly pick a baby out of thin air whenever someone writes in it?" She smiled at the invitation, feeling a bit relieved; Tybalt didn't have many people he could truly call friends, but it seemed like he was quickly gaining one more. "The same to the both of you. It isn't often we get visitors, and I'm sure Tybalt would love to have him over."

Tybalt perked up at this. Places you weren't supposed to go were a challenge in that you had to go to them without getting caught, and the pirate was ALWAYS up for a challenge. "Y'find th' best stuff in ferbiddin' spots," he confided to the giraffe.

Inle nodded in complete understanding, recalling her own introduction to Tybalt; the crashing waves and the sound of steel on steel probably hadn't happened to every other Author. "Oh, likewise! And I'm sure we'll see each other soon. The shop has its ways of bringing people together," she said with a chuckle.

Tybalt emitted a bark of laughter. "Ok! We gotta do fun stuff t'gether sometime! Bye!" He waved at the retreating form of his new crewmate, content at the day's accomplishments. After searching the store for more shinies to stea--er, procure--he and Inle went home as well.