"You're the most fetching fletcher I've ever met," Irene told her sincerely, having...possibly never seen Amaya in action as far as this particular medium. Irrelevant. "And see, what's nice -- you can snag a photobook or postcards from the shop and still do just fine with that for reference back home, without possibly contracting malaria in the jungle today just to see a cockatoo in person."

And don't mind, while they were discussing business back home, the way Irene gave Amaya a curious little once-over. (And given the shades, it might have been hard to tell, but it wasn't quite the same as how she'd been once-overing Amaya for the past week and change, like she was a steak or an oasis in the desert, or the like. She had, amazingly, gotten herself a bit under control here.) "Big, non-jungly plans for the day, then?"

Because Irene would treat her to a barrage of skin treatments and a pedicure at the spa so fast....