She led him into the restaurant. The rest of the group were seated at the far side of the room. Frederica’s face grew warmer as she approached the table and her friends’ eyes gradually turned in her direction. Nila raised an eyebrow, Magh’s jaw dropped, and Tommy maintained a perfect poker face. Josephine grinned.
“Well, well, well,” she said. “And here I thought there wouldn’t be any more surprises before I left.”
“If I’d said anything earlier, I probably would’ve chickened out by now.”
“That’s true,” Josephine said. “But are you even allowed to say the c-word in front of a, um, bird person?”
“Actually, I prefer ‘person of feather’,” he said with a smirk. “Or just ‘Griff’. That works too.”
“I’ll make a note of it,” Josephine said, chuckling. “It’s nice to meet you, just Griff. I’m Jo, Fred’s sister.”
“I kinda figured out that part,” he replied.
“Clever boy,” she said. “Now are you kids going to join us or what?”
Griffith pulled up a chair and he and Frederica sat together between Josephine and Magh. She went around the table introducing everyone. Magh stared up at Griffith’s wings. He leaned toward her.
“You’re in Journalism with Fred, right?” he asked. “My friend Karen speaks very highly of you.”
Magh blushed and glanced down at the table.
“Are you talking about the same Karen who has bat wings and runs the newspaper?” Josephine asked.
“That’s the one,” Griffith replied. “You’ve met her?”
“She put Jo to work at the paper yesterday,” Frederica said. “It was quite amusing to watch.”
“I can imagine,” he said. “She’s got quite a… forceful personality.”
“You can say that again,” Josephine replied. “So how’d you and Fred meet, anyway?”