They favor slow, predictable movements. But they like these, too…

Ugh. He almost had his beak around the pumpkin, too.

[He slaps it down on the dock in irritation. This whole round trip business had taken a couple hours. And this was the first time Barnabas was even talking to him in weeks. And they had better things to talk about than Chocobos. But he’d ease in. He’d been rehearsing this to himself for weeks as it is.]

So, you got any Gysahl greens? Or just more animal facts up your ruffled sleeve?