[Materia's eyes widened in horror at the word "chopping", and she gave a little sigh of relief a second later when she realized he just meant the bird's price...

Oh. Price. Materia's heart sank.]

I...don't think I can afford her.

[She mumbled the words, ducking her head against the bird's fluffy cheek. The chocobo made a puzzled noise, nudging at her as she let go of its beak.]

My apartment...um. I was just...hoping I could come by and ride one sometimes. And you and Feathers, well...

[She gulped, feeling like a dumbass. She could barely make rent, and here she was, getting caught up in a silly fantasy about having a chocobo of her own. Like she could possibly pay for a large animal's upkeep on top of her own. Stupid, stupid...]