"If it is a dream, you're sharing it with the whole City, love." Baba's head had lowered to continue talking, then jerked right back up at the new nickname. "Love," what sort of ridiculous drivel was that! "Little bird" at least felt authentic; again, she'd never call one of her past charges "love." Probably not anyway. Baba leaned into look at the canary, as if she were examining it.
"What do you want?" She might have sounded a little angry, and a little wary. "What are you looking for?" She was not performing some act that was traditional, expected. The City be damned.