***At the lab…***
"So, you're saying that your wings had already grown out six inch long feathers by lunch break?!"
Goldie's father, Mr Franz Markell asks the question whilst examining Goldie's wings closely using his hi-tech observation chamber, and sensors to monitor her vitals and responses to stimulus.
"Yes! I didn't expect anything, until the moment I tried to change into my cheerleading outfit, and I felt the flapping of wings… actual wings!", Goldie explains to her father.
"Ah- I…", Goldie's mother begins stammering in response, feeling very awkward, a nervous sweat breaking out on the side of her head.
"Why would you do that?... Just brush them off like that without even giving them a second thought…It hurts my feelings, you know? ", she pouts, looking like her feelings had been badly hurt by Jasmine's rejection, and was only seconds away from tears.
"...?!!"
