-Journee smiles-
"They're my quote unquote pets"
Juniper: Oh...
She speaks to them
Juniper: Hello...what sort of birds are you?
-All of them chirp at the same time, except for a small black bird, that is sitting on Journee's head-
Juniper tilts her head
Juniper: ...I can't understand you. Why can't I...?
"their prehistoric birds"
Juniper: ...P-prehistoric...?
"mhm"
Juniper: What...what does that mean?
"exotic,extinct, birds"
Juniper: ...Extinct? So they're dead then...
