Elric gave an annoyed look in response to the lecture, and stepped back, shoving his hands back into his coat pockets. âGeez.â He muttered. âYou know thereâs a nice way to correct people, dumbass.â The boy rolled his eyes, having been made stupid.
He kicked a scorched rock, then glanced back to the earwig. âYou think after everything weâve been through that I canât handle a little featherless chicken?â Once again, he called it a chicken despite being corrected. It was definitely easier to pronounce anyhow.
âYou only have to torture me with your blabbering, letâs save this guy the troubleâŚâ Elric felt a bit bad for the pterosaur, it didnât ask to be stuck in between two angry blonde children screeching at each otherâŚ
   Erwick may not have felt particularly bad for the creature, considering how many times it had managed to ruin his day... But he had to admit, Elric had a point. They didnât really have time for a paleontology lesson, or for Erwick to continuously remind his alternate that this was most certainly not a chicken, either.
   â... True, and itâs anyoneâs guess how long we have before the authorities arrive, anyway.â If the mess wasnât cleaned up by then, the Englishman might be in a bit of trouble; the Order didnât exactly condone wanton property damage, or the accidental reveal of the multiverse. It would definitely be for the best if none of them were still in the cafe by then.
   Before opening the portal, however, he set down the creature, fishing around in one coat pocket for a moment... Pulling a small device from it which vaguely resembled a phone-- albeit with no wires, and quite a bit clunkier in design. It was something the teen had cobbled together a ways back from salvaged technology; essentially, a cell phone and walkie-talkie hybrid with inter-dimensional capabilities. Heâd used it to discreetly contact Sylvia on a couple previous occasions, though that wasnât exactly something he was proud of.
   After painstakingly typing out a âtextâ on the cracked screen, and attaching his coordinates to the message... Erwick sent it with one last tap. âShe should be here soon,â he commented. âSylvia can never turn down a challenge, especially if itâs in legally murky territory.â Sure enough, there was a beep from his device as a response came, and a moment later... A brilliant flash overhead as the Hoverporter arrived, Sylvia on-board.
   Erwick promptly pointed the mechanism on his wrist forward, tapping a button. BZAP! A portal cracked open before them, leading to what seemed like a vast and unfamiliar rainforest. With that, the Englishman picked up the captured pterodactyl and stepped towards it, glancing back to Elric once more.
   âWe should probably go release this before she lands,â he decided. âSylvia never was very good at that. Last time, she parked it directly on someone elseâs automobile.â With the way this day was going, Erwick wouldnât be surprised if she crashed the flying machine right into them. It wouldnât be the craziest occurrence in the past 24 hours.