Phoebe looked at her brother with a raised brow. She could hardly believe what she was hearing from him. Gregory? Intelligent? She snorted a snort of derision at the very thought. "I think the sight of the bird has addled your brain," she said with a smirk, "I think you need more to drink. I surely do."

And with that, she motioned for a member of the waitstaff so that they could get another drink in both of their hands.

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