Golden Glade Cock-a-doodle-bleep

The bird's voice was even shriller than before as he gleefully thanked her. Bat's ears splayed and she couldn't help but think, Yeah, stop talking, in response to his question. But, of course, that was rude.

Fighting back a grimace and doing her best to smile instead, Bat shook her head. "It's all good." Tack? Weird name. But who was she to talk? "Good luck getting to your destination. See ya!" she added, hoping he would fly away now.