Hmm. This being nice thing was hard work. Eliza settled back into her plushy seat, opening Chanel's cage and letting her fly around the compartment. Perhaps she should train her to respond to French, like Sapphy's owl. Cupid, it was called. Cute. 'Venir ici, Chanel!' she called, trying it out. Holding out her arm for the owl to land on, she was surprised when Chanel actually came. Hmm. Maybe French was the way to go? It seemed to work, which was a bonus.

She looked around the little carriage, wishing she had some friends with her. She'd just made a load of new friends, but it had gotten really noisy - some kind of fight - so she'd left for some peace and quiet. But now she was lonely... maybe someone would come talk to her?