Swiftcurrent Creek Have you tried today's special?

Cygnet frowned when she wasn't given a name for the bird. In part, she wondered if her impression hadn't been good enough- but she preferred to think that Arlette simply wasn't much of an ornithologist, and turned her nose up, disappointed. 

No longer interested in the game of 'name the bird,' she turned her back on her caretaker and began to nose about, snuffling the ground as if searching. Feeling a rumbling in her stomach, she turned expectantly toward Arlette again and licked her lips. She might not be good at naming birds, but she was often good for providing a meal. The fishy meal she'd just eaten was already long forgotten- and she wanted more.