“Dinner!” came a loud, harsh voice from behind Violet. She jumped what felt like a foot, and nearly fell herself onto the green line. “Bloody hell,” she gasped. “Bloody hell.” “Oh, Dorian,” said Maud. “You still have fruit in your cage, you silly bird, I can see it from here. And I refilled your water bowl.” “Dinner. Hello, shut up. Cheat! Go away.” “Charming vocabulary,” said Violet.
