Twinsies?

“Then what, exactly, is inside of this box?”

Quill shrugged. “It’s your box. Why are you asking me?”

“The owl is inside of the box.”

“What owl?”

“The white owl. The one you had with you in the dance hall.”

“Oh, right. That owl. Do you still want to buy it?” Quill stepped closer.

“No, I never wanted to buy it, fool.” The mask raised his foot higher over the box. “I told you not to get closer.”

Quill stepped back two steps and started slowly rotating in place.

“What are you doing?”

“Not getting any closer,” Quill said.

“Stop that.”

Quill stopped turning around but now there was a white owl where Quill had been. “I’m out of your box.”

The mask stood up straight, looked at the owl and then at the box. He bent over and twisted a key that was sticking out of the back. The top opened and Percy, the white owl came flying out, landing right next to the other owl.