Tucana

It was cereal again for breakfast, knee to knee in the tiny galley, and everyone else still asleep.
     “Attractive?” she said. “I don’t need you to be nice to me, Nick. What I want is your objective opinion.”
     “I was just trying to . . .”
     “Well, let’s just try again harder now, shall we? . . . starting at the bottom with these ridiculous feet, which may be great for swimming, but try to find a nice pair of shoes. My hips are too wide, my eyes are too narrow, and this beak of mine is only preposterous . . .”
     “Should I be writing this down?”