Pam couldn't help but throw her arms around Juno in a hug, which probably would have lasted a whole lot longer if there wasn't a live animal involved. "We got the bird," she still sang as she let her go and ran up to join Owen and their prize.
And she was so, so close to snapping at Owen again, but the guy made a good case. Also, it was a cute guy handling animals, and there was never anything wrong with that. She stood over him, supervising as he got the bird out, and she crouched next to him so he wouldn't have to maneuver and hold the thing, too. "Shh, shh, I know baboo, it's okay," she cooed.
She worked quickly, fussing with the string then triumphantly holding up their prize: An old fashioned silver key, only an inch long, if even that.
"I was right!" Pam squealed. "It's a key! We did it!"