Rutile brightens to see Pepper approaching, glad that she seems much improved since last month. They stand back a bit to give her space, greeting her with a slight nod of acknowledgement.

"God, I'm glad the pigeons in New York aren't this big."

"We don't even have pigeons where I'm from," Rutile laments, running a hand over their hair. "There are birds, and they excrete things, certainly, but it is rare that anything is affected and never to such an extent. Still," they go on, with a resigned expression, "it does make the price drop tempting. It can't be that hard to clean."