[ Her feathers start to puff up just a little at Trish's comment, but the other girl moves on, so Riley will too. Cairo used to be successful at it. Trips to the theater, the time she dragged her to Coney Island, a big hotel room just for them—those things used to work, as best they could.

Riley just...got worse.

She fidgets slightly while she listens; her claws tap together and she tries not to scratch herself or pick at her skin. ]

I wouldn't really know for sure? [ When she can chime back in, she takes the opportunity to. ] I've never been, to Italy or Hawaii but...that sounds about right, I think.

[ A brief pause. ]

What's a...tufo rock? We don't have anything like that in New York. Uh... North Salem, New York.

[ Since Trish gave her the specific-specifics, Riley does in turn. ]