Santos: White peacoks yes. And mosts definetly birds of paradise! We're gypsies but I don't want to use leather or anything...
Me: Haha, fair enough. Hippies are just kind of dirty and I don't want to be dirty. Can we have ferrets that we carry in satchels too?
Santos: Yes! And we'll use them to steal stuff for us! And I'll sit on the side of the road and sell jewlery on a blanket while you read palms and another plays sitar!
Me: I want to name mine Maxwell! We can drink tea and dance around a fire at night and wake up in a new town every morning!
Santos: And have harlequin romances! Well bhangra at weddings, and can I name mine Lillian?
Me: Harlequin romances? Bhangra? And of course! Lillian and Maxwell must be soulmates though. We can smoke fancy cigarettes and hand out flowers to pedestrians.
Santos: Of course they're soulmates! We can have a wedding for them. We'll live on the edge of the city and dance every night and slowly build our caravan of lost boys!
Me: Everyone will wait expectantly for us to visit their city! Except we'll never visit Arizona or Virginia again. We'll rent hotel rooms and lounge on the balconies!
Santos: Yes! We'll travel up and down the coasts and live a life of total freedom! We'll be beautiful, androgynous, and magical! And use birds as mail carriers!
Me: They have to be pigeons. It's only appropriate! We'll have special whistles to call them to us! We'll teach children arts and crafts! We'll smell of sandalwood. We'll sit in trees and sing Patrick Wolf and Of Montreal and Rufus Wainwright! And everyone will comment about what lovely voices the oaks and maples have.
Santos: We'll tell them stories over the campfire! Toss flowers and glitter at passerbys any make us mad they'll all shiver at our curses!
Me: Haha, they'll turn into birds like on Jeffery and Cole Casserol! And we won't fix them till they give us all their wrapping paper! Otherwise they'll turn into more mail pigeons doomed to do our fabulous bidding. Or cats who come crying to us for pieces of fish.
Santos: We'll grow gardens of flowers and trees wherever we go! Leaving lush meadows in our wake.
Me: We'll be the children mother earth wishes she had!
Santos: Yes, and everyone will want to join our family! And one day we'll meet our gypsy husbands and live in wanderlust and love.
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