[Mijo stretches, then steps sideways down Mordecai's arm to grab one of the ice cubes out of the glass and drop it on the counter, then curls a foot around it and chips pieces off with his beak. He might be fully-grown by now, but he still has a babyish appreciation for what he considers a toy, and Mordecai watches for a moment, chuckling, before looking back over at Jo.]
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So, what'd you do before you got here?