"I have nothing but spare time," Warren replied, standing up and offering her the chair that he'd been sitting in.

It was close to the window, which was his easy escape route, but he figured that if she was going to chase him down, she had that black bird soul-self thing of hers anyhow, and also, that he was seriously overthinking this. Especially considering what they were going to be doing in a few days.

He'd been meaning to find her to have this same conversation, but, well, the best-laid plans of parakeets...

"Having a good day so far?"