Grouse Thicket sup.

setting this to yesterday before his baby sister is born! :)

"So... Uh... Hi, I guess."

Fig swallowed thickly, feeling incredibly foolish as he watched the blue jay twitch its little head at him. He had no idea if it understood him at all, though he did think it highly probably that the answer was no. Not for the first time did he regret not asking Towhee how she'd managed to get X to partner up with her before embarking on this endeavor, but there was no real point in that line of thinking. Towhee was miles away at the Copse just then. Fig was on his own here.

He took in a deep breath, then let it go with a roll of his eyes. "Man, this is stupid..." he murmured at his paws before looking up at the bird again, "Can you like.. I dunno, flap your wings or something if you understand me? Give me something here to make me feel less like an idiot for trying to have a conversation with a bird?"

The blue jay twitched its head again and kept its wings still. Fig sighed, wishing Fenn could've made a less demoralizing request of him.