“Right now it’s just me and Bin Bin.”

“Frog needs to be outside.”

“Bin Bin likes life indoors.”

“This is how it starts, Illandra,” Filomena put her bread on the table. “I had me a rooster – Rikel – best rooster you could imagine. Feathers soft and straight. He’d nip at my nose to wake me before he’d start to crow, considerate little fellow. We had a bond. But these things always get out of hand.”

Illandra’s eyes widened, her spoon stopped halfway toward her mouth, “Pardon?”

“Oh not like that, you hussy! Get your head out of the trough!”