“I can’t believe your demonic ancestor managed to avoid being included in your files. I have no clue who could have had the kind of access to just erase it. Anyways, name’s Bournael; nice to meet you, Lady Meassael.” Bournie extended his hand towards May for a quick shake. She gave him a solid one, as if being interviewed.
“Likewise, Sir Bournael.” May smiled, the handshake ended, and Bournie took a look at the damages to the park.
“So that’s tree repair, ground repair, feather collecting, and making sure the animal is fine, correct?” He turned to us youngsters in that moment, and I nodded. “So why the f**k did you ask a fallen angel for a favor instead of asking The Neighbors? Wait, nevermind, realised what I just said the moment the words left my beak.” Bournie was in his Danny DeVito
