Renee Jennings turned to look at Quentin Lowell, her eyes bright and composed. "Director Lowell, please begin."
Quentin Lowell smiled warmly. "Miss Jennings, feel free to improvise."
Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow slightly, took a fountain pen from the pen holder, and placed it on her open palm. "Inky, help me give this pen to Director Lowell."
"Alright!" Upon receiving the command, Inky deftly adjusted its altitude, precisely snatched the fountain pen from Renee's palm with its sharp talons, and then flew straight toward Quentin Lowell.
It hovered in front of Quentin Lowell. When he didn't move, it turned back to tell Renee, "Renee, tell him to hold out his left hand."
The smile in Renee's eyes deepened. "Alright."
'Inky specifically asking Quentin Lowell to use his left hand was another way of proving its intelligence.'
'What a smart little robin.'
"Director Lowell, Inky said to hold out your left hand. It'll give you the pen," Renee relayed.
