Tularemia, as pleased as the cat that caught the canary, stole the fish jerky aside and noted the Pupil's face as a trustworthy one, perhaps planning on bothering them further in the next class for more treats.

The Morbid Socialite did not miss that the two animals were named after a disease and a poison. Memento mori was alive and well in the streets of London- ironically so. "So it would seem. Just as well, then, that it still finds its way to you. Forgive my curiosity, but what sort of macaw is that? She is quite beautiful."