[ That seems to lift Grell's mood substantially! Picking herself up with the smallest of smiles, she hums in agreement-- before getting back to sweeping. Ew.
It isn't long until one of the owls becomes flusted by her sweeping too close to its cage. Beating its wings against the cage it squawks in protest - and Grell squeals in surprise, dropping her broom as she spits feathers away from her mouth. (She hasn yet to notice the ones in her hair.) ]
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It isn't long until one of the owls becomes flusted by her sweeping too close to its cage. Beating its wings against the cage it squawks in protest - and Grell squeals in surprise, dropping her broom as she spits feathers away from her mouth. (She hasn yet to notice the ones in her hair.) ]