Chapter 27

“Who taught you that, like I can’t guess?”

“Guess what,” the bird squawked.

“I don’t know. What?” Brian replied automatically, then laughed. “Shush up and eat. I have things I need to do.”

“Sir Kenith come?”

“If you insist.” Brian held out his arm, the bird hopped onto it and then to his shoulder.

They went to the studio, where Brian set the bird on a drawing table after clearing it off. Chewed up pens, chalks, and pencils were not something he wanted to deal with.

Taking a stretched canvas from the rack at one side of the studio, Brian put it on the other drawing table. Opening two of his drawing pads, he began limning out his next painting on the canvas. Flipping pages in one of the pads occasionally, he kept an eye on Sir K to make certain he stayed put. The bird was watching him, his head cocked in curiosity.

“Don’t even think it or you go back upstairs.”

“Upstairs,” Sir K mimicked.