"Great," he said, taking her hand. "Come on." He began to walk, his strides long on the wooden deck. "We got some new pigeons in Quelien."
"Tiny ones," he agreed. "But I have to warn you, pigeon chicks look different than regular chicks. They're a little... ugly. Still cute. But not fluffy yellow babies."
"And besides," he said, squeezing her hand. "According to the story, maybe they'll grow to become swans."
"And I'm pretty sure they can be pretty vicious if you need them to be," he said. "Pigeons, on the other hand..."
"Unfortunately," he said, shaking his head. "Can you imagine how great our raids would be if we just had an army of attacked pigeons?"