"Allen?" Everyone echoed in unison, surprised as Padma mentioned the name out of her beak.
"Do you mean the dark hair, Allen?" Onartok inquired, her brow furrowed.
"Eh? Maybe he is. Is Allen famous at school?" Padma asked, tilting her head slightly as her beak clacked.
Froi immediately replied, "Allen isn't just famous anymore; he's incredibly famous. So, is the person you like someone like Allen?"
Padma's feathers ruffled slightly in annoyance. "Duh, didn't I tell you I don't like him that way? I see him as a brother."
Marzibel, who had been listening intently, then asked, "Weren't you just born a month ago? How did you get to know Allen?"
"It's because... when I was still just a bird, he was the one who picked me up and fed me," Padma explained.
"Allen," Marzibel muttered, a thoughtful expression crossing her face, "You're really targeting an amazing person."
