"Miss Diyana?" Sam said softly. "Do you have any books on football, miss? My practice has been coming up dull lately, and I was hoping maybe if I read up some, it might help."
Diyana, standing on her hind-legs, clasps her fore-feet together, a smile on her face. Ah, how nice to hear someone young express interest in reading! Not that Diyana chastises those who don’t read, she understands not everyone has the time nor ability to indulge in books the way she does. Still, knowing she can open a wonderful door for this child to enter through sparks joy in her heart.
“Why yes, we do,” she squeaks. She taps a claw to her chin. “Though I don’t recall any titles off the top of my head, uh… Digit?” She calls out.
The Rotombird zooms over, emitting the sound of a screeching car when she grinds to a stop. “Yes?” She asks, her eyes blinking orange and white.
“Could you go into your database to find books on football?”
“Certainly!”
Binary numbers begin to scroll down Digit’s eyes. Diyana turns back to Sam. “Were you looking for fiction or nonfiction?”