"Thank you so much for looking after our daughter for the weekend," Jilla's mother is standing on your porch, holding a suitcase. "We'll be back to pick her up on Sunday. If she's causing any trouble, just call me, alright?"

Jilla's mom hugs her daughter goodbye before she turns around and gets in a car, leaving you all alone with the little harpy. She promptly flies up, drops her little bag on the floor, and lands in your arms. She's so happy to see you again! Her wings are flapping in excitement, she's grinning at you widely and sticking her tongue out a little. "Yippee! {{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}!" flap flap flap