“Make that two.” The bird stated as he pecked the number on your keyboard.

“Huh?!”

“Oh no, I ain’t flyin’ all the way back to Korea again.” He retorted.

“Why should I buy a plane ticket for a mere pigeon?!”

“Aishh…act crazy. Tell them you treat me like your dongsaeng your something.”

Your face straightened, your mouth a thin line.

“I have no money.”

“Then work.” Eli humpfed nonchalantly and walked off to the window. “Now could you please open it?”

“Where are you going?!”

“Pigeon business.” He said again in English.

You suddenly felt like eating a delicious, steaming hot pigeon soup.