Her eyes shifted, partially aware of her less than savory night job, and also… what were her hobbies? Well, she’d recently taken an interest in his war games, she liked listening to music… the thing was, she didn’t want to appear as some basic bitch but she didn’t have much time for fun these days. Weekends alone were free of responsibility, and even then not entirely. Bills and such.
“I like talking,” she admitted, knowing he was probably well aware, “sometimes you’ll hear my voice on adverts for the city district, trying to get fellow fuzzy people to join in, or for kindly others to donate cash.” The took a bite, savoring the taste. “Mmm, food made by someone else tastes better. Maybe because that’s the one life skill I’m still working on.”
“I wanna give a war game a try, since you seem so keen on them. At least I could spectate, watch my swift protector fight for my honor, like a princess of ancient times.” She booped his beak playfully. “I want to learn a wind instrument, someday. I like video games but so does everyone. If I had the time I’d be an actress, and make more money than the city would ever think of paying me,” she giggled.
Should she tell him? Tell him about what else she does? It’s not exactly a fun job, but it was for the betterment of the city, of her city. Yet she still feared he’d think less of her? But how many stories existed proving that sometimes it’s better to tell such secrets before they ruin a relationship? But it was too late, as he was already talking.