[Oh, that's...that's not something she understands, actually. Kravitz is giving Ammy far too much credit, thinking she'd remember the shape and look of the pizza she so loves. No, it's about the other senses...the smell, and the taste. Besides, she also stole a ton of pizza from a ton of people, so the faces back then tend to blue together after a while...and a few boxes worth of yummyness.
Tilting her head from side to side as she makes a thoughtful noise, the wolf turned woman shakes her head and looks a bit sorry. She doesn't recognize this, or you friend... This type of chaos is just making it all the harder, but uh...she can at least, m-maybe...get off some o that dirt for you. Reaching out her hand, Ammy brushes her fingers through the bird's feathers, and moves her thumbs past his beak, to try and clean him off. Somehow, she's sure her tiny, weak, human tongue wouldn't exactly get the job done.]
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Tilting her head from side to side as she makes a thoughtful noise, the wolf turned woman shakes her head and looks a bit sorry. She doesn't recognize this, or you friend... This type of chaos is just making it all the harder, but uh...she can at least, m-maybe...get off some o that dirt for you. Reaching out her hand, Ammy brushes her fingers through the bird's feathers, and moves her thumbs past his beak, to try and clean him off. Somehow, she's sure her tiny, weak, human tongue wouldn't exactly get the job done.]