She turned and looked behind her. The old lady that generally sat back in the shade was nowhere near.
“Can I azk ye zometing?”
“Vat are ye?” She raised her arms and did a little flap move.
It was cute. He grinned. “I'm a gryphentaur. Wings and clawed cat feet of a gryphen. Like buns have ears and feet of a rabbit, fauns have ears and feet of a goat.”
She nodded. “Vere I am from zhere are only bun, faun and zentaur.”