He petted the chick's head, and its eyelids closed halfway. "Basically," he agreed. "Except without the feathers."
He flushed slightly but grinned up at her. "This is how I pick up girls," he said to her in a stage-whisper. "My kinship with pigeons."
"Yup," he said, popping the 'p' at the end of the word. "Weirdly enough, she looked exactly like you as well."